Listen, and tell me…what do you hear?
Only silence.
No voice to recall and reminisce of past happiness. Only the utter stillness awaits, to greet me with open arms.
As winds lie motionless and the waters placidly still. These utterances are said often but never heard. Come and witness the beautiful voicelessness of a songbird. It refuses to sing for the ignoble…
What mockery is this? A stranger’s name written in the great book, instead of mine. I shall not stand idle with a held tongue! And just who is this stranger sporting a rather, insidious grin?
Perhaps, it would be wise to cover your ears, because the breaking of his silence is about to begin…
