Flow

flow

Sound, sense, silence 
O what friends wise! 
All day long, from each one – steady and strong 
They set, rise, arise 
For good or for bad, for right or for wrong 
They team and they tense. 
  
Sound, sense, silence 
O what words they are! 
They are here to stay, inside and out 
They trick and they mar, 
Within each, they sink and they sprout 
Beyond their means, and beside their fence. 
  
Sound, sense, silence 
O what matters they are found most everywhere! 
Their hide and seek and howl, 
By fair means or foul, 
Played from the front to the rear 
In their defense, offense. 
  
The sound of sense, 
Lies perhaps in silence! 
And the silence in sound, 
With sense on the round, 
Comes and goes 
As feelings or as words, 
Or matter that flows, 
For better or for worse!