Disturbed by the Sound of Silence.

Disturbed By The Sound…

Of…Silence…

By Joe Markenstein Thursday February 19,2019

Oh Silence since I’ve said your name, You’re gone; And oh to what sweet dying death thou owest, A measure of Your finest wheat, a bonnet on Your head with a wreath swaying toward the West; Upon that gentil breeze we speak upon, And as silently as Silence behests, It rests on an hapax legomenon; That once heard word, in a writer’s success, Θne time to be said in the writer’s lexicon.

Silencio, Oh Silencio, rest!

In breaking Silence, by phenomenon, Leaving all other words to Silence regress.

This note-rest is a musical essence The noise: “Disturbed By The Sound Of Silence.”