Petrichor

Silence

So short,
but so long.

Of happiness,
and of mourning.

When the lights are out,
and all are to sleep.

Silence.

When a mother first sees her child.

When the world is shocked with awe.

When a lost one is crying.

When playing hide and seek.

When we capture those splendid moments.

Silence.

Concise,
but draged on.

Of wishes,
And of dreading.

When a death,
lingers over.

Silence.

Caught just before we speak.

As the dancer holds their pose.

Before the audience begins to applaud.

As an artist reveals their piece.

When we watch horrors unfold.

Silence,

A matter that fills the holes.