Silenece

Silence severs,
You think.

You think:
silence is a lock put on the door never to be opened.
Silence is just rejection.
Silence is dreams suffocated,
                   paintings torn,
                   colors blotted out.
Silence is a clean cut.
Silence is a break,
                   a cruel farewell,
                   unspoken spurn.

See,  I know music
and I hear the music inherent in our lives.
Music is everywhere.
And that music is not sound only.

It's sound and silence.
Silence and sound.
Color and Monochrome.
Pace and Pause.

Silence is a sound not made.
Silence is a poem unwrit.
Silence is a painting imagined.
Silence is a note not sung.
Silence is a kiss, promised.
Silence is a dream not realized.
Silence is you, just not close.

Silence isn't what you think.
A song is not a song without the pauses.
Sound is meaningless without silence.
Fulfillment is nothing without emptiness.
And
Love would be nothing without your spurn,
                                                       your rejection.