Singing Silence Poem by Job Laz

The earth is death
Its flora and colour, all a tale lost,
The sky is pale
Where is its beauty, its glare and life?
The birds are without songs…
Where is the melody, the symphony?


The tree can sway no more…
Where is its quietude, its art and pride?
The ocean can smile but little
Where is its dimple, its glow and purity?
The circus is a stage in clandestine…
Where is its poise, its skill and déjà vu?


All is lost to the life…
So whole in every way,
All given up for the silence, priceless
Still, ageless…
Show your face I pray thee.