After The Song Comes The Silence Poem by Shalom Freedman

After the song comes the silence
And the silence is less than the song
It only means listening goes on in another way
I am old now
I say this again and again
How I long for the song and music
I somehow think of as love
But deeply more deeply perhaps even than love
It is just life I long for
Old and tired and sicker and sadder
Perhaps just life- life with vigor and interest and even lust
Perhaps that is what I now long for.