It Fades.

Sometimes it fades without notice
Because for every thing there is an end
And certain delight,
Whatever it may be,
It may sound,
It may cause.

Sometimes it fades for us to learn
Or to remind us how to live with it
Or just to keep on our minds.
And slow our hearts.
Freeze them.
Wide our visions.
Wild our souls.

Free or leash our selves.

And the silence is made
And the silence is taken.