The door of happiness fails to open
The fruits of love refuse to ripen
I've been thinking for almost an hour
To find what my heart is longing for

It is music to the chosen
It is breath to the grief stricken
It is the language of peace
A treasure never found at ease

Adoring lives it makes its way.
Entering minds that never betray.
It grows and grows
From a whisper to a scream
Till it's too loud to bear-
The sound of silence that we all hear.

Cover image by Hungry4Pics.