Who can I sit in silence with?

Who can I sit in silence with?
Whom I can be quiet with
Don't need words
It's important to know
When my voice is gone
When my life is gone

Only my eyes remain
As the voice of a destiny
Staring so jealously
From the depths of my soul
At  the call of the crowd,
At the noise of the mass
To answer their shouting
With a silent echo
So emphatic in itself
Is this silence

And ones on the road
I meet other speechless
Their gestures, their emotions
So bold and so careless.
They spread in language
They are not mute.
In their language is all
the brightness of days
The history of their lives
The fingerprints of their thoughts

I have only the language
Of my screaming eyes
And those nonverbal signs
That I can only share
Only to a few people
Those closest to me

To accompany you
With my expressive silence
And listen, listen
Till the soul is tired
Silence is so colorful
And so sonorous
And in the silence
Hides a deep filling
Of other thought-forms,
Of other languages
I do not yet know their structure
But I'm already deepening
Into the fullness of emptiness
In its density
In its soundness
in its essence


To reach an understanding
Without a voice
Without sound
In only eyes
In a single breath
A sigh, a sniff


Tell me with whom
Can I spend my quiet time
With whom I don't mind
drowning in the stillness
With whom can I warm up
the silence of days
With whom can I take
All my sorrows away


24.05.22 Berlin