Saying nothing at all

If you’re going to write, you could do worse than sit in a chair in front of Signs of Life, your feet resting on another chair, the sun laying low to one side warming the December air. People walk by. A street musician on the bench across the sidewalk sings a song made famous by Alison Krauss, something about saying it best when you say nothing at all. So why then would I write when I could watch and listen?