Silence, like a pendulum, swinging either sides, between us. When on your side, too deafening. When on mine, too heavy. I'd like it to be still, in the dead centre, guarding the space between us, silently so. Isn't it when silence stays still, that it's indeed silent? Silence in motion, a deafening implosion. Not a moving poem on silence. Just a poem on moving silence. #silence #swing #motion