Silentio iacta est

Lonely shepherd on a root,
calling things and teaching grammar,
and the silence fell like fruit.

Naughty pupils making clamor,
in the court that once was ours,
and the silence fell like hammer.

Heaven raging its guitars,
radiating waves of wonder,
and the silence fell like stars.

Earthly drum is torn asunder,
ash and fire bleed through ears,
and the silence fell like thunder.

The unknown unleashing fears,
sometimes treble, sometimes bass,
and the silence fell like tears.

Silver turning into brass,
slowly dripping all its spark,
and the silence fell like glass.

Beams of hope becoming ark,
the salvation of the heirs,
and the silence fell like dark.

Everything arrayed in pairs,
in the shelter stormed by vice,
and the silence fell like stairs.

Selfish babble has a price,
would that love had kept us mute,
and the silence fell like dice.