Quietness

Quiet can be calm and warmly sweet;
But it can also tingle with unknowns.
It can become a welcome, safe retreat,
Or hide a multitude of inner groans.
A smiling silence is a lovely thing,
But dark unspoken anger is but pain;
There is a happiness quiet can bring,
Like growing flowers after summer rain,
But it can make a quicksand too, and suck
Away at joys that otherwise had been.
Quiet can say that I don't give a fuck,
Or that I'm happy in the state I'm in.
Who knows? The quiet on its own won't tell
The answer lies in listening quite well.