Echoed Hearts

Echo a heart of silence,
And the words will fill in,
All the gaps of the void so quickly.

Is this fear of silence,
Or just a desire to be heard,
Maybe it is a hybrid of both destinies.

The hidden heart speaks,
Of strong desires and wild dreams,
While the loud scene plays the docile home.

Is this the measurement,
That the limelight is meant to hold,
Or is there a wider star to be seen someday?

Echo louder,
Quiet heart who wants to be seen,
But never cross the line into insanity.

The line no one can return,
When the sound is met with a final,
Gasp for air before the final no more.

Echoed thoughts and desires,
The quiet heart sings of these,
Without crossing to the eclipse of Madness.

Whisper in all ears,
The truth to silence,
And watch as sound manifests.

So hopeless to be known,
Well once more watch the sound waves,
As they bounce and transform in color and shade.

Echo the heart of the loud,
And hear the way the sounds carry,
To maybe one day turning a solid form.

Heart of silence,
Heart so filled with noise,
Two paradigms of the artist's ilk.

Which will measure in the sands,
As they both echo and rebound sound,
Is an answer no one seems to hold in this code.