Silence is allowed –
it is the bed that all sound falls to –
stream bed, dream bed,
forest seep, leaf sleep
Silence lets things spread and sink,
sift and thin, ever in
It sounds like time,
and everything that can be lost and found,
it sounds like possibility,
it is the backdrop
for the first emergence
of what will grow,
the last breath
of what has gone to rest
This kind of silence
gives birth to music,
and remains its fast companion,
its dearest friend.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 15, 2023
