The world is quiet.
The song had words before. If silence speaks, then that song may have a thousand words now. But which? I don’t know. I can guess. I may be right. But I don’t know. For the song was yours as much as mine. Did I ask to stop? No. Inadvertently? Maybe. I can’t say for sure. They say, “Silence is the best way to say someone that they did wrong.” Did I? But what did I do? That was part of the song as well, the song of friendship. You know them. But rather than sing to me, sing with me, all that remains now is silence. How do I guess those words? Doesn’t the song deserve completion?
The song had a tune. I knew it. You knew it. But we played off of each other. It’s a duet, not a solo. What happened that your voice was lost? It misses your part, your laughter, your tears, your fears. Had my inadvertent mistake been that big that you choose to hold on to that, and not what was right before? Maybe. I don’t know for sure. For only you know why, and rather than talk it out, give the song another chance, you choose not to sing, and be silent.
They say, “If silence can’t be understood, then words will not be.” Not always, no. Silence pricks the soul like nothing else. Sometimes, the pain is so much that nothing else can be understood from silence other than the pain. Is it not possible to talk instead, after some silence? Speak your heart, let it be heard. Only then can it be known if words will be understood; right? It was understood before the silence. It helped the song to bring joy to both. Why can’t it bring the joy again?
Holding on to that hurt won’t help either of us, though you may feel the silence will help you. As a friend told in her post recently, “Be angry by all means because some of that anger helps us get through tough times… but don’t hold onto it too much because anger and sadness – they eat up our soul and leave behind empty shells.” I am not asking you to forget. I’m sure whatever it was, it will be with you forever, just as the silence is bound to be with me. But it doesn’t have to be at the front, and it doesn’t have to stop forgiveness. We’ve to move on, and maybe talking can give us the chance to move together or move on together.
They say “Silence is sometimes the best answer.” Very true… but I don’t know what the question was. There are many questions that may have silence as the answer. But you, who gave that answer, know the question. It’d be wonderful if you could tell me too. If I asked that without asking, then I’ll take it back. But without you telling me, it is difficult for me to know, and as much as I might love to, I cannot read your mind. I’ve tried.
So please, break the silence, give the song its lyrics, its tune, your voice, your heart. For the song, let us try to sing once again, because it was once a beautiful song we both loved.
Soon, if not already, your silence will become overwhelming. So I’m asking you again what happened.
But if the answer is still silence, I’ve no more strength for questions.
(© 18th December 2015)