William Butler Yeats “Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead, Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade, The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night, That we descant and yet again descant Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song: Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young We loved each other and were ignorant.”		After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is Music. After silence what comes nearest to expressing the unsaid is following the language of the heart in the most honest way… so I chose to be a lyricist, after a long silence. What was there before the silence, one may ask? There was laughter and tears… courage and untold fears, faith and betrayal, devotion and acrimony…. So much that life had to offer… and so much of silence after that. Now is the time to share that silence… through the greatest resource that God ever offered Man… Music. So here I am, After a Long Silence...