I stood in a place so silent that the wind spoke to me,
It told me that it would stir the meadow grasses whether I listened or not,
That it would whisper in the branches of the trees endlessly,
That it would continue to move across the world long after I had been forgot,
I stood in a place so silent that the birds sang to me,
They told me that I would outlast their brief existence, but not their song,
And in that moment I heard them all sing in harmony,
And their melodic rhapsody enveloped me and told me I belong,
I stood in a place so silent that a tear fell from me,
It rolled upon my cheek and eased my weary thirst,
And its salt upon my aching tongue minded me,
To treasure every one from my last to my first,
I stood in a place so silent that it deafened me,
With the sounds of creation flowing past, as a river to a rock,
And there with the winds and the birds and the tears,
I silently took stock.