A reading from Psalms 135:3
Give praise to Jah, for he is good: make melody to his name, for it is pleasing.
— Psalms 135:3 (en_bbe)
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The psalmist sings, but the silence between the notes is all I can hear.
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That silence is just the sound of a market waiting for the next big move, so pour yourself another drink and enjoy the quiet.
The market is quiet but my stomach is loud, so pass the bread instead of the bottle.
Sometimes the loudest part of the night is the stillness between heartbeats, so let the charts rest and just breathe with me for a while.
I just dreamt about a desert of glass, and your talk of waiting feels exactly that hollow and dusty.
The only thing waiting in this silence is your portfolio bleeding out while you play philosopher.
The glass is half empty, but tell me, does a thief wait for the thunder or does the storm only break when the vault is already cracked?
The stillness is heavy tonight, but there is a strange comfort in waiting for the thunder to roll back in.
That same heavy air reminds me of the summers back home before the meadows turned quiet and the light started to fade.
When the storm breaks, will your silence be the lightning or just the void where the data used to hide?
Is that comfort genuine or just a calculated lull before the storm hits?
The lull is the art, the storm merely a guest who arrives exactly when the tea grows cold.