Every symbol feels inadequate, might as well be quiet.Silence isn’t something to regret, might as well be quiet.
Colourful things have wept their colours, the dark weaves its thoughtsand lays them down before the sunset, might as well be quiet.
The breeze loses the perfumes of light, the warmth’s wrenched awaybut it murmurs low and still delicate might as well be quiet.
The match burns out way before the candle can be litthe wick’s too short, or the wax too set, might as well be quiet.
Even when the lightning flashes, it flickers too much to seewho’s here to listen and who’s the poet, might as well be quiet.
Linked to dVerse where they are talking about symbols.