what is it with silence that makes one ponder
askin oneself, what might have been, i wonder.
Not a sound nor a tiny noise
not even a bit of your sweet, gentle voice

what is it with silence that makes one uneasy
like the stillness of the wind, strange as it can be
neither a single word nor a phrase
made me feel the vastness of the space.

what is it in silence that makes one realize
if the love is covered by truth or lies
upon the moment of silence gives us time to see
every little part of you and me

what is it with silence that makes one hear
the heart that beats so loud and clear
only in silence i prove to be true
just plainly simple, I Love You..