Dilantha Gunawardana

The Music Of Silence

The babel of voices
The cacophony of engines
With intermittent hoots
Caught in the hustle and bustle
Of a commute
To join my fellow android rodents
At the bureau of work

And as I sit down
On my ergonomic seat
My mind surrenders
To the tap dance of a keyboard
The gentle rustle of paper
The slamming of drawers
The incessant whispers of the air-conditioner
Even the sound of footsteps
On the marble floor

As my mind yearns
To salvage some silence
My mind wanders
To the stillness of beauty
Of a yellow hibiscus
Even unruffled
By the buzz of the bees
And the flutter of the butterflies
Meditating in her idyllic serenity
No life form can spoil

As my psyche wonders
Will I ever surrender like a hibiscus
To the purity of nature
Unconflicted and passive
Serenaded by silence
Unpermeated by sound

For sometimes
The temple of silence
Breeds the sweetest music
That edulcorates the soul

When there is no more Babel
Only the magical silence
Of Beethoven

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 08, 2013
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A poem on silence (note - remember Beethoven was deaf)

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