A brief ode to Silence

If there was so much silence,
an eerie quietness.

If there was an unforced silence.
Not like-They make a desolation and call it a peace.

Then, I would immerse in this silence,
let myself be steered by its currents.

I would say, all I have to say to you,
in the sips of my coffee.

I would listen, all I have to listen to,
in the changing pitches of your breath.

I would understand, all I have to understand,
in the furtive movements of your eyes.

Such would be the silence,
and such would be our conversation.