Whatever's smooth is sound,
Whatever's harsh is noise—
Whatever falls in scale is melody;
All are defined by choice.
Between sounds and noises,
Silence is the balance.
And silence is not silent in itself,
Even in a sentence—
The tongue holds only words,
Silence holds everything—
Chords can never tune what
Only silence can sing.
I have no words for words,
And am tongue-tied in speech;
Hence, I am silent in voice—
But fluent in silence.
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