You do not speak,
Never an echo,
You dance on the floor boards,
Yet your feet make no sound,
Your steps, far from heavy,
You tread gently
Ever so lightly
You make footsteps of a feather seem much heavier.
Even in the midst of noise,
You are there,
Just a little farther out
Where no one cares,
Yet when I listen intently,
I feel you there,
Waiting patiently on the calm,
Then you float gently over us all
Bidding us pause for a moment or two.
You bring a hush,
A world of quiet,
Sometimes deafening,
You are absolute,
You pick your moments,
You do pick ‘em well,
Never calling attention
Yet you do command it.
We cannot help but notice
When you walk in,
Because sometimes silence is the loudest noise.
