Cadence

The silence comes in the wake,

a place refusing to ever be named.

It would swallow tongues

and pour the echo’s dust

relentlessly into every wave.

Silence is not still, yet

a song lost in an infinite dance.

It rocks assertion off its altar

and longs for a witness to make

 its repetition ultimately heard.

Shatters faith and disbelief,

pieces to bring back together.

It lets you stand somewhere

and though you don’t speak,

you know the place will.