A poem
As the saddest sound I never hear
morphs into the silence of unease,
the sound of laughter can’t be heard.
It shares the gloom without a word,
wandering
on a language of silence.
Deep stillness, pure of any speech,
the absent music of infinity,
frightening in its silent litany to sound.
I feel the sounds
my heart cannot form.
What need of a word?