surrendering

All the chaos surrenders to silence,
once silence proclaims its kingdom as own;
powerful thing it is but i keep in my chair
not afraid of anything that is quiet.

All the trembling surrenders to silence
fear can accommodate to whispers but never to this;
it disappears with the burning of sound
the moment it forbids my words to touch your lips.

All the love can also surrender to silence
since it needs to be fed and cared for;
silence comes every night to my bed as comfort
but it could also come as rejection.

My heart will not surrender, not to silence
(although sometimes that is what it craves)
because fire thrives on fire...
not on silent regrets.