If I sang a song of silence,
would you be able to tell me the lyrics?
If I wrote a story of silence,
would you make efforts to narrate it to me?
If I scribbled a poetry of silence,
would you be willing to recite it for me?
If I composed a melody of silence,
would you play it for me?
If I painted a picture of silence,
would you appreciate its symphony?
If I hid behind the curtain of silence,
would you come to find me?
If I concealed my feelings in the graveyard of silence,
would you take the pain to express them for me?
