To be met with silence
To be held in silence
To be revered in silence
To be smeared in silence
The world will leave
If I break the quiet
The trees implore me
To stop the riot
But I have to sing
And I have to shout
I have to scream
And roar, without doubt
Now my empty pedestal
Stares at me accusingly
My Gods have all gone
And still silence eludes me
Elusive Silence 