Silent Voice

Filling the minutes,
words and more words:
thousands together,
clumsy, dumb, vain words.
Words of mine, words of others;
all of them filling hollow,
saying nothing.

Filling the air,
an only sound:
deep,
warm,
plenty,
alive
Trembling and sincere
speaking to shouts.
Sound that I see everwhere.
Sound that I listen
even in the breathing of all things.

It was the sweet voice of silence:
the only thing important
that I listened,
the one that spoke to me