I allotted to be silent

You don’t know why I allotted  to be silent

as I chose the echo of silence,

expressing, and symbolisng by silent.

Actually there is neither reply nor regret,

since I’m in love

with the accent of silence.

There is something heard or audible,

there is din and harmony in the desert of loudness,

it is most likely melody of modulation,

or even music of noise and note.

Stringiness of a pitch of racket in report of resonance,

and reverberation in ringing,

on the surface of softness among stillness.

Along with this sonancy,

moreover sonority and softness.

there are vibration of static and tenor

by the tonality of tone and voice.

So I allotted to be silent.