The Silence

Set aside in the silence

I can hear the giggle of small children

The voices and the conversations of many passed

The clinking of the glass of parties come and gone

In the silence, I hear the footsteps

Some small, some big, some soft

They float up from the carpets and rugs

To hang in the air aloft

The most deafening in the silence are the memories

Of futures not yet lived

Of love not yet given

Of moments never to be seen

They linger like lost dreams

In the silence, music plays

Through the night and through the days

A radio, a piano, a flute

Me ears have become astute

To the many sounds and rhythms and melodies

In the silence