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Madame Silence

Madame Silence loves to speak to me,
As she sings to me every thought to think
And every tune to hear before I have time to blink.
It is then that I think these thoughts Madame Silence loves to see.

I miss you, y'know, as I listen to
Your heart beats beating sounds so new,
And then I hear the sound of you,
Madame Silence beside me.

It is you and me and Silence between
Us two. Nothing but infinite space
And infinite noises in this silent place.
Tell me, with the Madame so near, what her words mean.

I miss you, and I miss your words,
Though I never heard them from your lips to me
Madame Silence snatched your symphony
Before I could hear the song of my bright bird.

Madame Silence, her skin is dead grey,
And her grey claws take away the things I need to hear.
I am tired of seeing only so sheer!
I need the sound of you today!

I miss you, and I miss the words you used to say,
But Madame Silence whispers these thoughts so true...
You were never speaking to me, were you?
Madame Silence was the only person in the room that day.

Me and the gaunt, tall, dead-eyed silent Silence
And you were never there to speak a word.
I ask Madame Silence to teach me in turn
How to get rid of this screaming so intense.

And the Madame whispered dryly in my ear,
"You don't need to hear what they have to yelp,
Because then you'd never hear yourself."
Then Madame Silence held me close: the one who stayed near.