I think of Silence as Hope
to hear har­mony of life
I want to break the tick­ing Clock
That cuts its span as sharpest knife

I need Seren­ity as Friend
To visit place where lights are off
I feel that Still­ness what was meant
The firmest speech was meant as soft
as Whis­per of the  falling snow
or Sigh of Wind, and Time as slow
And dis­tant as a Waltz of Past.…
I need it now. I need it fast.