In the tones of silence wrapping themselves around the surge of waterfalls,
In the minimalism of lime plaster and wood switch boxes
Right above the elaborate sandalwood telephone, gilded in gold
Do you see restraint?
Or do you picture a mixing, so curious and sublime, it needs a language all its own.
Restraint frees our minds
Sometimes allowing a tide of imagination to break away
And sometimes, letting the extraordinary race away in fenced ground.
Restraint, the parent who cannot see, merely feels.