so what is it to be? to quiet, or speak?
yet still in the silence, a lonely heart beats
underneath the calm, we continue to seethe
then how are we to cease, as long as we breathe?
and even thereafter, at the end of our times
as we are eternal, 'haps a celestial chime
will still then resound, from our etheral lips,
so how can one quiet, in light of all this?
the choice is clearly neither 'either', nor 'or'
but one of gradation, of less and of more
for though our words may momentarily falter
in truth, we're an eternal melody, which can only be altered.