Silence is not the absence of anything; it is the presence of something, the existence of a god, or a sort of divinity, as heard in the flapping wings of a butterfly on the windowpane or as heard in the claps of thunder in the stormy rain; or, as heard in the susurration of the wind among the trees; it is simply the visit of a Muse, a piece of God's hair, which breaks off and hovers in the air, infiltrating our creative compositions. Indeed, it is the presence of something, not the absence of anything, a domain of possibilities, a shade of emotions, and a mirror to the soul. In this anthology, silence embodies various metaphors, such as silence is golden, silence is deafening, silence is a veil of snow, silence is a mirror, silence is a veil of secrecy, silence is a sanctuary, silence is a lullaby, etc. With its many metaphors, as used by poets in this anthology, silence then seems to play a role in our existence and the way we human beings perceive things.