Silent Song

She sings in silence,

Note by note.

Mute melodics,

Soaring free.

In time, perhaps

She’ll find her voice

And sing her song to me.

 

She can’t remember

Her own voice.

Perhaps she hears it

In her head.

In time, perhaps

She’ll find a way

To bring it out instead.

 

She sings in silence,

Lacking words.

Her music playing

With no rest.

In time, perhaps

She’ll end the song;

It may be for the best.