the choir of silence

armchairs are musing in our absence. 

they talk of body-heat as dissipating. 

weight-bearing is not an anymore, 

as if a loaded question in its obviousness.

the prop-fest has a life of its own.

shelf life has put animation on hold.

everything is composed of stillness lasting.

in our regard, only usage 

features any of this.

but in their world, the action of conscious presence

does not need to be demonstrated. 

theirs is a dignity that survives its making,

whatever the piece, for its shape, size and function.

with humans demanding it into a functional slavery,

theirs is an integrated integrity unsurpassed by usage.

the wood of it, even into ash,

the plastic of it into the land of ever-last,

the metal of it, fused, cast or forged,

all of this still sings its generic silent song.

whatever the materials of composition,

they all have a life of their own,

beyond their functional habitat as human related.

however humans arrange the choir, 

uniquely for themselves,

they all sing their everlasting silence loudly,

beyond what human intention can comprehend.

such is the choir of physical form, in its occupancy.

and we, as humans, 

don't have much of an ear for it . . .