minuet in the silence

A lull in the murmuring
of the wind and the leaves.
And a silencing of the brook.
As I lounge in the unmoving grass,
so soft and comforting
like a bed of feathers,
but lush and green.
Lark songs cease
and predators pause
in their incessant pursuit of prey.

One moment
of pure
unfathomable silence.
Peace.

Then the trees resume
their whispered conversations
with the breeze.
The brook begins to babble again
softly humming to itself of an idea
that no one else knows.
Once again the lark warbles its sweet song
of notes high and low
as a second chimes in
in perfect harmony.
The stalking begins again
in its immutable rhythm,
the heartbeat of this solitary forest.

Nature's orchestra is in full swing,
serenading mankind
with its most impressive opera.
Obscure in its intensity.
Intense in its sweet peace.
Impressively unimpressive.
Overwhelmingly unimposing.
The inspiration of so many artists.

So odd, then,
That I found more music
In the silence.