TELL ME!!!

Sometimes your memories come back to me
With the knocking of Silence.
It clings to my hazy life like cobwebs
And keeps the memories alive.
Like a child sitting in the corner of threshold
Silence chews a piece of time.
The reticent Silence wants to say something
But it afraid even of its ownself.
Like a bubble burst in air, this Silence abruptly disappears
Leaving all the memories behind it.
Words will be preserved, but what about this Silence?
Can anyone preserve the Silence?
Birth and death, the two parenthesis within which lives my life
With a Silence, a slowly melting silence...