Silence is my soulmate,
The soulmate that I seek,
But every time I reach for him,
I become utterly weak.
I look but never find,
My soulmate cannot be found.
No matter where I look never is,
The absence of sound.
My enemy, my love,
I chase you but to no avail.
I look, I seek, I wander,
My face grows long and pale.
I seek to feel the rush of the world,
But everything moves so fast.
And no matter how hard I try,
It will never last.
I try to conquer and feel free,
I try to understand how to just be.
But with a whirlwind of thoughts--a never ending stream,
Of constant worry, or so it may seem.
I cannot find what I truly want,
Something that I cannot show the world, something that I cannot flaunt,
A deep satisfaction with all of life,
With the good and the bad--the inevitable strife.
The tools are attainable but the sound never ends,
My wounds may close up but the scar never mends.
I want it to stop for the sound to diminish,
For the ruckus to quieten, for the chaos to finish.
I want peace, tranquility and finally my love,
I want you my dear silence from way up above.