Silent Music

Do you hear the music?  
It plays its rhythm in the cry of a child.  
It tinkles in the leaves of a mighty tree like a piano's keys.    
It whispers of life around the dead, of pride near the sleeping wolf where it lies.  
 
It talks of madness to a grieving mother, of eternity to a newfound lover    
 
The world is full of bittersweet melodies, but I was deaf.    
I never felt their soothing breeze, was caught in the emptiness of me.  
Yet I never heard the strings of silence  
as they screamed.