My silence is my voice

I am heard not through the things I say

but those I do not,

quiet is a bomb 

falling from the sky

its explosion, still

 

Yet

the sparks from it's flames spread far,

every empty space where a word should be

is a lull that speaks louder than any word can.

An explosion of stillness

the roaring of calm

is an empty sound.

To the ears my voice is silent

but to the heart my words 

become loud

louder than any bomb

or flame,

spread farther than any spark

words become

roaring explosions of sound.

 

To be heard beyond the words

to hear between silence 

The unspoken sounds

don't settle for the heard,

but the listened