Silence and talk

On a walk down the aisle, 

I was hit by a thought -

would you cry at the death of silence

and rejoice in the heart deep in, over some morbid talk?

Would you feel happy

now that the world finally speaks

and that the brutual silence is dead

and it deserves a smile least of all?

The birds don't merry in silence

and yet the roses do.

Wars are often brokered by speeches

and yet one finds nothing sweeter than silent love.

The rivers won't be put to pen

if not their voluble life

and yet the walls simply know too much

about this world, its life and its strive.

Just think it for a while

for I reached no answer at all -

ought I cry for the death or silence

or rejoice some hearty talk?