Like the time weathered cracks of an old stone wall,

Which guard the best-kept secrets of children and young lovers –

Like the ancient desk with a hundred letter slots,

Which harbors that secret never sent, never read in its corners –

Silence, that space between words,

Is where the most is said.

A silent look conveys more than a thousand words,

It is in that silence that people shout the loudest,

And it is silence that gives meaning to sound.