Silencio.

Find me where the cacophony of sounds
meets the deafening silence.
Devoid of noise pollution,
where our bodies do the talking.

Search for me in the unbeaten drum,
I hide in guitar strings that have yet to be plucked.
Most evident in the pregnant expectation
of an audience awaiting an orchestra's first notes.

Where aria meets melody, 
and where the beat tickles the rhythm;
you will notice me dancing between the lines,
like a whirling dervish, intoxicated.

I am in the sighs, and the frustration,
every exhalation between lovers in a spat.
There is much of me in their reconciling,
in the fire that rekindles their romance.

Listen closely and you will hear me, 
in the few moments of silence 
before the birds arise.

That is when I am most serene,
when I feel as tranquil as the sun 
that is about to fill the sky.

At the bottom of the ocean,
where it is eerily quiet,
I can be heard singing with 
the whales who break the intimidating silence.

When you are sad or lonely,
hush your mind and listen to your heart,
I will always live inside you, 
for that is where I end and where I start.