I try to think of something deep to write,
something meaningful and profound;
Instead silence strikes my pen.
My ego makes no sound.
Silence is an awkward place,
Ego usually goes on.
Perhaps I should honor this moment,
and listen to silence’s song.
No shortage of words, I write up this rhyme,
and forgo the momentary silence;
I share these words in this poem,
but now, back to quiet’s romance…