As the sounds of harmony embedded deep within us,
From memory. From the past. From the lips of those who uttered it first.
A song it formed. When some others joined. A harmony thus created.
Then came that that Noone uttered. Beautiful, it didn't stutter.
It never came out. Nowhere did it join.
It was but one. In wholeness and then some.
They who heard it passed it on in the humdrum.
Those who heard it between the clinks of bottles of rum.
They sang their sweet dark lullaby.
Those who moved to let it by,
They know what it was. They saw it then.
Innocent. Scared.unwanted.
It was silence.