For Paris

We must never be silent

SILENT IS THE EVIL

There is no music like the dissonance of pain

There are no echoes like the discovery of loss

There were no sounds like the devastation in a heart break

Death is not the evil

Silence is pretending that death is the evil 

Silence where loss removes laughter

Silence, the next evil

Silence, that lack of quiet

Silence, of a heart break

Pain becomes music

Loss echoes a discovery

That heat break is it's own music

Pain's dissonant composition

The sound of heart break

And, for us, a new composition in life

We must never be silent

Joyous is our music 

That lives through heart beak

amendoza 2015