The destroyed me...

Silence

It's warm,
It's all embracing..

Yet it's chilling,to the bone..

Haunting,and healing..

It dances and songs its own tune..

For it is called silence..

When it was born,it existed alone,never seeking anyone or anything

When it leaves,it leaves us in a crowd,of friends and family, unnoticed and calm..

The best friend of mine,yours and everyone..

Yet is hated almost always..

For it makes us dance,in its own tune..

And makes calm ones calmer,

Yet it provokes the angry ones,and make them forget their own self..

Still the master puppetor..

Silence..

The drop of tear in eyes,the missing beat of heart..

Silence..

Wordless yet eternal..

You and me,dance like that