The Studio Of Existence Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In this studio
There are no microphones
Nor sophisticated headphones
We only listen to the Silence
And excavate the gems of existence
Sometimes we listen
But all we get is more silence
We have learnt to hold our tears
And be patient
We have learnt to loosen ourselves
And be empty of expectations
We have learnt the art of poetry

In this studio
The music of existence is Silence
You are the medium for the voiceless
Your voice speak the ancient language of existence
Existence exists to be unwrapped and repackaged
In packets of laughter, joy, sorrow, kindness and Love
Life is an instrument of existence
Overflowing with the different vibrations of Silence
With life, Silence is extraordinarily displayed
Through the diversity of life
The seed of life propagates the story of existence
The story of existence is filtered inside the heart
The heart is a magnificent chamber of Silence
The heart is the studio of existence