A silence is never without sense. Acoustically amazing or painfully intense. A good silence is often sought after and celebrated like an icon from the past or a vision to behold whilst holding one’s breath.
A bad silence is torturous in a sea of words not spent. It’s an affront to the ears at a time that makes no sense. It’s a punishment beyond any misdemeanour short of the gravest and even then it’s the silence that hurts more than any time spent. To kill with silence is to pierce deeper than any sword and leaves no trace, no scar … nothing at all.

Poem

Lake Maggiore