silence

words have left me, the pool is barren
an emptiness of sound
barren of echoes.

pervading silence like a chilly draught
flooding gray through the window grills.

white silence
paves the polished path
for a broken word to
shatter it;
the way a pebble might ruffle
the edges of a pool.

will you drop in
with a note fluttering up a smile?

just one thing, out of this browsing array
of matter and sound;
just one word, and monotony be pierced.