Connoisseur of words

I am no connoisseur of words
But I know its power
To know when I have none

When no strings of words
Can touch someone's heart
When to my own ears
It sounds like a facade

I am no connoisseur of words
But I know its power
Because once I wielded it high

Now I listen in silence
Echoes of distant voices
Some were blunt
Some in-between the lines