Speaketh He Not, Quiet and Serene

Speaketh he not,
quiet and serene.
Distant from all,
not heard, not seen.
Mysterious and odd,
as though deaf and mute.
His mind is sane,
but hard to compute.
Silence is golden,
though not in his case.
Placid is his game,
set in stone his face.
You can speak to him,
you can get in his face.
But you can never, ever
keep up with his pace.
He is like none other,
unique and pristine.
Speaketh he not,
quiet and serene.