Quietly and quickly,
quickly and quietly,
how quickly does quiet go.
I do not know, for into the world so cold I go,
and I head outside,
and I walk into the snow,
and I look to find my peace,
and I look to find my release,
my release from this world,
this frantic world that I know,
and as I go,
I look for no directions at all,
and I head far from well-trodden roads,
but only almost quietly and quickly,
quickly and quietly do I go,
because in my footsteps,
there is barely any quiet anymore,
so, I stand still,
and I watch the snowflakes quietly fall,
and slowly I quickly realise,
that in my mind and in my eyes how beautiful is the quiet,
the quiet that I am unaccustomed to at home,
and in this beautiful place,
I will carry the quiet inside me,
when times are chaotic and noisy,
I will, find peace of mind,
and I will remember it quickly,
and quietly wherever I go.