In some, silence is the enemy, to be avoided lest it reveal hated emptiness.
To others, silence is a friend, allowing beauty to form and flourish.
Between people, silence is a defining source of reflection. A mirror to a relationship. While one pair may chatter incessantly, leaving no gap where doubt may creep in, others live a different pairing.
In a few, a very few, a rare few.....silence is a language of love.
There are those who can sit together, hours on end, reading old books. Not a word spoken, just the odd chuckle, a sigh, a glance. Such lovers can communicate far better with a silent glance than any grand poet can after slaving over fatted sonnets.
Silence... like a welcome breeze on a scorching day.... shared between two who need no spoken words to communicate. Silence, warm silence, enveloping their world and forming walls no outsider can break through.
Nothing more that a simple touch, without a word, passing in it's spark a message of love that's timeless and tested. Words, no matter how artfully arranged, pale when faced with such silence. Quiet full of meaning, brimming with emotion, solid with shared joy.
Silence... a language shared by so few, such a lucky and rare few.