QUIET DOWN

You're so quiet,
She's told, as though it's a bad thing
A negative trait
And she almost feels obliged to string
A sentence together
That probably starts with the weather
And a bunch of other things
That could have gone unsaid
Just talking for the sake of it
To break a bit of the silence
That surrounds us,
But rather than ground it liberates
And that might be why she appreciates,
Silence.
Not the nuisance of words
That tangle and tongue tie
And lie
Silence
No one speak
Just listen.