I Hear A River...
It is easy to imagine sound as a river,
With all its twists,
Changes in pitch,
Gentle or fierce.
I hear silence as the river.
Bounded by banks of sound,
Silence flows deep or shallow,
Shaping and giving meaning to the landscape of sound.
It is the silence at the end of our course that returns to an ocean of void,
Carrying the dust of our ending into the depths of eternal quiet.
When the silence evaporates,
We are found back upon its river,
Recycled once again.
By: Daniel A. Stafford