can you have your silence back?

I took a vow of silence

… Never has one mute
Screamed in such serendipity,
While I walked the shadows
Of notes that never came to be
Holding a dying violin, spilling

Pockets full of common cents
I pick from a Styrofoam rose.
Right after Tuesday’s blue
Eyed Jesus finished sipping
Yesterday’s moon from it’s ashes,

His broken bottle splinters
Promiscuous nature gifted dawn
With dusk’s lacerations in tangent.

I danced…
With the backward bricks,
Mortar lips and forever’s prefix
Drove sanity up an endless wall.

And here I was, speechless…
Asking a deaf man,
If he happened to have the time.