Symphony in the Key of Silence

An interlude of silence

Where contemplation appears…

Becomes evident and nearly substantive

While recognition remains tepid


Time held in a miniscule void

Disguised as a fleeting breath

Passed over almost exclusively

As if waiting for the perfect juncture


Careful selection or unexpectedly

The seal of an eternal configuration

No longer hidden, no longer absent

Now emerging from the silence of a moment


And yet with the newfound freedom

Lies confusion in multiplicity

Directionless and easily lulled away

That which has been found, could be lost


Barraged by a litany of inquiries

To which sound should be given attention

Which pitch or soft complex bridge

Or perhaps everything or nothing at all


Like a whisper the sound remains

Measured in measures, but calculated in breaths

The moment when a crashing crescendo slows

Not fully still, but no longer energized


Finality nothing more than reverberations

And then echoes; perhaps mere figments

Reality or just the imagination’s playfulness

Harmless ringing tones that surround the quiet


An emerging energy from within

Cancelling the role of the outer world

Lessening the intake of newness

Yet preserving the memory of each step


Deep reflection offers an ending

A proverbial light in the endless darkness

Discovery is but a destination

Found in plain sight, perched in the silence


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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

3 thoughts on “Symphony in the Key of Silence

  • December 21, 2018 at 3:25 PM

    Mysterious, yet vividly seen as it swirls in the silence – the nuance, the soft whisper of breath, a calm after the crescendo, all beautifully portrayed. This makes me think of fulfillment and peace after ecstasy. Oh, how my mind wanders with your skill with words. Well done, Ralph.

  • December 22, 2018 at 6:44 PM

    As always your words have the ability to take me to another place, well done Ralph.


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