by Bethany Brady

Created on: April 18, 2008   Last Updated: September 19, 2008

Silence

The flame dances on the wick,
Dances to some silent music.
No pounding beat or tune,
No rhythm or rhyme,
Just...silence.

Shadows dance along the wall,
Dances to some silent music.
No words to sing or remember,
No right steps or wrong.
Just...silence.

Light dances in your eye,
Dances with some silent mirth.
No boundaries to restrict or hinder,
No sad or solemn time.
Just...silence.

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