Sometime soon, the song will end.
Then we’ll find the silence.
No more lines, no tune, no tempo,
Just a floating silence.
Please be glad the words were broken,
That was half their beauty.
You may miss their imperfection
When you hear the silence.
Long ago the song was growing,
From an ancient silence.
Like a plant that’s free and fertile,
Soon it filled the silence.
When its notes were soaring skyward
All our ears were open.
So we danced with joy and laughter
As we lost the silence.
But the song grew more discordant
As it lost the silence.
Soon no pause could break the turmoil
Left in place of silence.
Though we loved the notes we added
Harmony escaped us.
Now we need to calm the clamour.
Give us back the silence.