The Unheard

Yes, sometimes,
just a single string
than a full chord
is enough to touch and sting

A solo, rather than
a choir of noises;
a single silencing finger
among cacophony of noises

Lingering whispers
to move your world
where money, power, strength
lose their worth

But at times,
amongst all the zest;
what moves you most
is when Silence speaks best.