Muted secrets,
poignantly apparent,
bereft of understanding.
Walls painted in silence,
ceiling fans churning the absence of dialogue.
Silence is not always golden.
The reticence can stain.
Neglect is a dirty color.
But silence breaks,
and whispers become a symphony of sound.
polysyllabic profundities 
Every stanza had strong meaning and purpose! I love your wordsmithyness (a real word I just might have made up!)
I like the new word! And, thank you.
wow – what a diverse collection of words that fit together so well. “A symphony of sound” – not noise – but well fit together. I like it!
Thank you very much.
I always associate a symphony with beauty, so your pairing of it with “dirty secrets” was a stark contrast.
I’m not sure why I chose it….maybe for the stark contrast? Thanks for reading. 🙂
This is so beautifully written. I’m in awe of your craft. My favorite line has got to be “Neglect is a dirty color.” Utterly impressed!
Wow….you just made my day. Thank you so much.
I love the mix of abstract and tangible in the line “Walls painted in silence.”
Thank you. I appreciate that.
“Walls painted in silence,
ceiling fans churning the absence of dialogue.”
What an image! This was marvellous.
Thank you very much. 🙂