By: JadeLady4Realx1x~`

The stilled ,unbeating heart,
The long and piercing look;
A memory of deeds undone,
The blank, unwritten book.
The gently falling petals of
A slowly fading rose,
The silent echo of a call
From a place that no one knows.
The rising depth of falling snow
Upon a windless plain;
The muted voices of the birds
When it begins to rain.
These are the sounds of silence,
That are shattering my brain.
Clara G. Jan 2015