The Golden Silence

They see the mouth that doesn't move, The mind they can't quite read or prove. They think it's empty, lacking thought, A battle lost before it's fought. But silence isn't lack of sound, It's where the greatest truths are found. They call me quiet, soft and meek, A soul with no more words to speak. But in this stillness, loud and deep, A different kind of noise will creep: The steady beat of heart and breath, A whispered conversation with my death. This golden silence, hard to find, Unlocks the secrets of the mind. A mirror held up to the soul, To see the parts that make me whole. The masks we wear, the lies we tell, Are shattered by this quiet spell. It shakes the walls of those who fear The truths they're not prepared to hear. They'll try to break it with their noise, With empty words and foolish poise. For silence has a voice so grand, It sees the truth in every land. It doesn't need to shout or scream, Just lets the hidden self redeem. So let them wonder, let them guess, I've chosen peace, no more, no less. My golden silence, my command, A secret they will never understand.