There’s something in their gaze so enigmatic

There’s something in the silence of the statues
Like Bach played very quietly and true
That sends a human soul into a rapture
And stops us wondering what  we ought to do.

There’s something in their gaze so enigmatic
With peaceful hearts, they share their marble eyes
That now and then  dear  life becomes ecstatic
Until the special time will fade and die.

They’re proud and humble at the same quiet moment
Nothing  can be gained by attitude
Nothing can gained by smiling assent
Nothing  over which we humans brood.

And so goodbye to all the rumination,
All the to and fro of argument
For this is now a  silent  dislocation
From what we said and what we really meant