Why must I bide
Sounds of silence,
At times a blessing
Now likely chide,
Tho weary waiting
On verbosity,
Baring hint of life…
Might I propose
Shades composed,
Betwixt emptiness
Of passive silence,
And the tedium
Of prolix verbosity…
A word or more
I so implore
Even beneath
The aural norm,
If but to tease
In lieu of please,
Save impose silence
For gratuitous impede!
Poetry on a canapé 
To have from silence… lovely concept.
I was born in the city, so I’m as urban as they come. Then one day I took a ride in the country and discovered silence, that blissful silence. But like most great pleasures, it is a two edge sword when one is starved to desperation, in need to hear if nothing else the spoken words of say, I love you. Jean-Jacques
I love that word – verbosity!
Yes it is an interesting word, though at times useful, very much a cruel killing reminder that the proper balance takes less, and gives more. Jean-Jacques