A lame attempt at being though-provoking:

What is silence?

Is it simply the absence of sound

or the pause in between?

Is it a break of utterance

or giving turn for your mind to speak?

Is silence:

emptiness,
a (0,0) on the Cartesian plane,

or overlooking the inaudible?

Is it the canvas or the paint?

Does it mean nothingness

or does it mean everything, infinity--the universe?

(If you think that I suck, express your hate by sending me ten packs of gummy worms. I assure you that my heart will be broken a million-fold)