silent morning sun

what could be
more discordant
than the silence of
the sun; a potent
visual without 
accompanying audio
makes the mind whirl:
could silent films have
been better for the
soul? could the 
upright rectangle parasite
be disconnected from
sound? could but
the answers to the
questions the orb
poses across the
room and through
the window, ring
audibly through
my morning