You can barely hear a whisper,
The moments we’re together.
There’s silence but it’s not bitter,
As we live life under heaven.
No sound is made, but much is said.
Quieter than two hearts beating,
So quiet you’d think we were dead.
Yet inside there is much thinking.
Two people with no need to talk,
Can face every problem head-on.
If we wanted to take a walk,
It’d be as silent when we’re gone.
But we’d still be together,
And that’s what really matters.
It beats talking of the weather,
Or other meaningless chatter.