Songs of silence held inside, rhythms belonging to inner
solitude and quiet.
Volumes left unsaid throughout the ages, drenched in fear,
not able to be expressed.
Fully realizing nothing can be said, nothing can be done,
for never is a voice jumping from the quiet.
Understanding depths split from unparted lips, forming no
words to bring about any knowledge of understanding.
Talking only through the sense of sight, no one can explain
the truth explicitly enough for another.
Standing in an empty pit, silence falls and cannot bring
about a song.
Only sounds of silence form inside where it's quiet, never
venturing outside in any way to find out about life on
earth today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful expression of the untold agonies which can't be shared even but they are constantly pricking through out Volumes left unsaid throughout the ages, drenched in fear, not able to be expressed....... very emotional