I forgot to post my usual end-of-month poem on Thursday, so I'm giving to you now. Short and sweet today.
* * *
The Silence
I’m the silence, not the song –
Am I more the lull in the conversation
Or the still air muzzled by the morning chill?
Am I the moment of held breath between the song and the applause,
Afraid to break the spell?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Too bad – the silence doesn’t tell.
No comments:
Post a Comment