Which words are worthy when the silence is here,
As pure as the soundless are words never near
Silent I stay when there is nothing to say
Meaning is the compass and purpose is it’s way.
What do I tell you, that is worth breaking this fast?
What do I grant, oh soul, that will ever last?
Beloved, is it time, to hear my voice?
Is it time for me, to speak & rejoice?
I know well, I’m guilty of noise & faulty chords,
So be it that my spoken song be of the lords
Deep in battle, I won’t lose my sword,
In my sea of treasures, I will keep my word.