breaking silence

The words have left my house.
The silence is gigantic.
I have forgotten how to speak.

I set out a heavy cut glass vase
To sparkle in the twilight
And hold a memory of the impossible.

The vase has been empty for years
Waiting at the back of the shelf,
it held the silence and a bit of dust

I wash it clean and enjoy the sparkle,
consider placing flowers in the vase.
But instead prefer the emptiness

Its silence and its emptiness are sacred and useful.