You who was born silent
Spoke but once in a thousand years,
Saying that you were sorry
To crack the quiet reflections of the day.

Your silence is a gift
In a world of so many words.
They will not understand you
For your silence.

Your ears are for the stream,
For the wind;
For the people of snowflakes.
You only communicate
With a smile.
I know you have not forgotten
Those times we shared
Before they began to kill us
For being silent.