Quiet

I lead a rich internal life. I'd say
At least two-thirds of what I think stays in.
It's not because I'm fearful to begin
Talking, or because I'd rather stay
Safe in myself, but rather from the way
My mind appears to work. I hate a din,
And think that adding to one is a sin,
So I keep quiet 'til it goes away
Which isn't often. I have thoughts indeed
Would shake the very stones on which you stand,
And make your innards tremble in your breast.
Had I desire, or had I the need
I'd speak to you, and make you understand.
But I have none, and so silence is best.