Silence Speaks in Verse

Reflections on silence, poetry, and the power of the spoken word.

It's been many a day since I last wrote to you here. I've missed this space and your invisible company.

Life has a way of pulling us into a swirl of daily rituals entangled with unexpected happenings. Time becomes fluid, unfurling weeks into months like a skein of silk, weaving and embroidering them into years. It's been two years since I started writing here, I can hardly believe it. Where did time go? Where did all my unwritten and unspoken words went to? What happened to all the silence? The one I desired but couldn't find, the one I created and rejoiced in, the one I couldn't bear and so I filled it up with the sound of my own reading aloud.

Does it happen to you that, as time sculpts your life, you find yourself in moments where silence feels deafening? And you feel its weight pressing down on you like a shroud? Therein lies its power, wouldn't you agree?

And yet silence is so beautiful, so nourishing. So what am I doing here breaking it?

There is an unparalleled beauty to silence.

There are the silences of dawn, when Earth holds its breath as the Sun spills liquid gold across the mountains and the plains.

The silence of snowfall, where each flake gently kisses and hushes the world under a blanket of translucent white.

The silence of lovers entwined, where words become unnecessary, and the rhythm of their breathing speaks volumes.

And my favorite; the silence of the night.

But there is never really silence, is there? At dawn the crickets still sing their lullabies and the early birds chirp their morning greetings, during the snowfall branches creak under the weight of the snow, the hearts of the lovers beat in unison and a sigh or soft murmur breaks the quiet, and at night owls call to one another, loud insects chirp in the underbrush and the wind hums its melody through the leaves. What we call silence is usually very loud! Silence does speak in verse, after all.

I don't have many moments of true immaculate silence, to be completely honest with you. My life is a carnival of beauty and chaos, a true jungle of blood, milk, and honey. However, when pure silence does come, I cherish its brief stretches, embracing them like a long-lost love… Yet its presence is always fleeting (this love of mine is shy and elusive). In this space, words tend to find a rhythm, a beating—they pulsate in melody, and eventually break the silence from which they were born, like a bird cracking the shell of its egg to sing its first song. In this way, Silence Speaks in Verse came to life—a place where I paint silence with poetry, words from fragments of books, and thoughtful texts, in an attempt to connect with the power of spoken word.

Sharing these readings with you is my humble way of giving voice to emotions that often remain unspoken. I offer them as gentle invitations to linger a little longer, to bask in the warmth of words that soothe, provoke, and illuminate. Or perhaps, just to fill the silences that aren't that comfortable for the heart, playing in the background while you engage in (as previously said) daily rituals entangled with unexpected happenings.

This is not a podcast or a project of sorts per se; it is but an intimate little opening of mine. Expect only heartfelt words and gentle readings.

If you'd care to join me in this little walk of utterances, you'll find Silence Speaks in Verse on Spotify and Apple Podcasts.

My first (and latest) episode is called Three Poems, you can guess why.

I hope these readings find you calm, nourished and loved, I would be delighted to have you with me as we fill the silence.

With warmth,

Me.

PS: If there is anything you’d like me to read, please send it my way!