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.