Silence is silver in the moonlight.
Silence is golden in the sun.
Silence is red at dawn,
and purple at dusk.
Silence is blue in the crisp morning air.
Silence crackles,
shifts
it is a moving thing,
swirling
rippling
pouring out of cracks in the walls
cascading like a waterfall
dipping
bending
flowing
like a river
silence is silver
