I mistook your silence
as your weakness,
and continued to shout and scoff;
the words now I find unworthy
even to think of.
I used them as cutting edge,
in arguments and debates,
in seminars and workshops,
only to prove you wrong;
not realizing -
shouting doesn't make
music or song.
Exhausted now,
I seek a place to rest, and
you silently stretch your arms.
