silence
is a lost art
from a golden age
where value was put
into
the few words spoken
over
being the loudest one
in the room

i do both
with
an expertise
that was ingrained
from
a young age

but the magic
comes in the quiet time
a tree
says nothing
but when the wind
rustles
its leaves
there is a symphony
sunlight
needs no voice
to infuse its glow

i long
for someone to share
that silence with
where
the knowledge of
one another
simply
existing
is enough
where
i love yous
sing
like the leaves
of the tree