A poem.

Silence is golden,

But duct tape is silver

Silence is everything and nothing;

It can be soft or oppressive

While being empty or unnerving,

It can be comforting or heavy

While being a barrier or insulator,

Silence is beautiful and horrible,

But always tangible

Silent is a quiet noise

Silence is beautiful.

Silence is unnerving

Silence is that thing

That mom has to bring

Each time she wears that ring

While the angels sing

During each Spring

In the fresh, night air,

I roll, silent, on the beach.

Perimeter checked.

Silence is  ssshhhhtttt …….. !

silence is golden
silence lends content

a guilty silence
the warning silence before the storm

the silence of the lambs
a deafening silence.

the deadly silence of the grave

the silence of the sickbed
the peaceful silence  of the study

the overwhelming silence of the Highlands

Silence…
Silence is inconceivable. If you stop talking, then you listen to the hum of life around you. If you stop listening, then your mind and body start chattering at you. 
When you die there is nothing to embrace death’s silence while the life around you starts moving and eating.

Silence is destructive interference,

It spawns the greatest ideas,

It yields the perfect coherence..
Just ask Newton.

Silence is waves slowly crashing on the beach on a hot summer day. It’s the most relaxing and stress free zone. I can sit or lay down on the soft sand for hours at a time letting my mind wonder wherever it would like.

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Silence is waves slowly crashing on the beach on a hot summer day. It’s the most relaxing and stress free zone. I can sit or lay down on the soft sand for hours at a time letting my mind wonder wherever it would like.

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Silence is waves slowly crashing on the beach on a hot summer day. It’s the most relaxing and stress free zone. I can sit or lay down on the soft sand for hours at a time letting my mind wonder wherever it would like.

Silence, seems to be so peaceful

Silence, all I hear is me

Silence, now I am so restful

Silence, the world can let me be
Silence, now it seems so loud

Silence, let this be a dream

Silence, I start to miss the crowd

Silence, none can hear my scream

Silence is stillness

Underneath the Aspen trees

I find inner peace

beyond the traffic, a long way into the hills,

under the bed, in the middle of the night,

after a blackbird rustle in the leaf litter,

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