The bittersweet silence
Invades my ears,
Like a crusading army
Dragging old differences back into the light.
Yet at the same time the noiselessness welcomes me.
I beckon it forth,
As it wraps me in blankets of comfort,
Receiving my contemplations with the warmth of an old friend.
The absence of sound is delicate,
Temporary yet infinite;
While this silent moment may be shattered with the slightest tremor,
The silence was and will be here long before and after us.
But in this silent moment,
Accepting the invasion of thoughts,
And the warmth of memories,
We are on the precipice,
Preparing to enter the symphony life.
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