A sad song written with tears;
I could not hear the lyrics,
Yet something inside me moved.
It played the whole eve
Endless as heartache.
So many things could cause that:
Some pieces of broken glass might have.
I could hear the pain
Softly played on a violin.
As the room span, so did I;
As the words were buried, so was I.
I could hear what the instrument didn’t play,
What the heart truly wanted to say.
Unspoken melodies always win
The hearts of those willing to listen.
I closed my ears; I shut my eyes;
I placed my hands somewhere far;
I held my breath and closed my mouth
I then, truthfully, opened my heart.
Five senses they were,
I used the sixth instead.
I knew, then, what it meant to be alive.
To just live.