Silence
is swallowing me
all words have been said
all stories have been told
nothing remains
a blank canvas
ready to be written on anew
but
there are no words
to describe, to name, to fathom
the depth, the vastness, the emptiness
words cannot dive into this abyss
cannot delve into that otherworldliness
all left behind
while “behind” has no correlation anymore
there was the moment the last words died
they died in resistance,
BUT WHY
and while the question echoed into the void
an answer never came back
all stories collapsed into the unknown
and whatever seemed to be known
became pointless
reason and meaning without any further foundation
immersed in insignificance
an utter vibrancy without any affiliation and name
emerging from a space that cannot be entered or quit
facing silence’s gates
words and noise subside
there is nothing left to say,
all songs have been sung
the known world ends here
while silence is intrinsic to sound
absorbing all vibration into one tone
that has no number
that is beyond being heard
that holds all the symphonies
and it blasts you into grace
