Which words are worthy when the silence is here,

As pure as the soundless are words never near

Silent I stay when there is nothing to say

Meaning is the compass and purpose is it’s way.

What do I tell you, that is worth breaking this fast?

What do I grant, oh soul, that will ever last? 

Beloved, is it time, to hear my voice?

Is it time for me, to speak & rejoice?

I know well, I’m guilty of noise & faulty chords,

So be it that my spoken song be of the lords

Deep in battle, I won’t lose my sword,

In my sea of treasures, I will keep my word.