And he kept quiet,
as quiet as the early morning birds,
the crashing waves,
the howling black wind,
the parting clouds,
as quiet as an Empty vessel;
And yet he was Quiet
I could hear all the noises,
And yet he was quiet.
Or perhaps he didnt make a sound,
where i had anticipated a band of rock and roll,
Or at least series of accusations,
But being Quiet was what he was.
And he kept quiet,
as quiet as the midnight birds,
the still wind,
the empty dark alley,
the hollow abandoned museum
as quiet as a dead cemetery;
Perhaps describing the Liveliest between us;
The dead cemetery.
