A little drop

I dropped the night

Into a watery sky.

And watched

it’s inky fingers spread.

Stains across the sun.

And smiled.

As I realised,

Silence was falling.

Broken only by the soft

Sighs,

Of those who missed

The light.

Why Will You Talk But Say Nothing At All

Your genius lay
In waiting.
A smile.
While I set my own trap.
Raised myself for
My great fall.
By the words I uttered.
With confident ownership.
Blind to the rising tide.
The sea of letters
And voices of mine.
That would drown me.
In the end.
While you smile.
As your silence
Will save you.

The Shop That Has Always Been

The bell on the door jangled.
Momentarily fracturing
A long cultivated,
Dusty, silence and peace.
Within a few blinks
It had regained dominance.
And an indoor dusk settled.
Letting those, heavy coated,
And hiding from the cold,
Browse in friendly quiet,
Shoulder to shoulder,
With politely engrossed
Ghosts.

Faded Rose

Old echoes of voices. The cheer and praise. Sneak their way Past the smallest Opening of the door. Determined to find My desperatly closed ears. Taunting me with All that I used to have. What I once was. Those single past shouts Fade in to that muffled roar. I will never hear properly again. And I know. Only forever silence Would sooth me now. So, please do close The door.

The Past Walks

A shadow falls
Over my shoulder.
Stretching away
In to the distant future.
Where every footprint
Is two then four.
Each breath
Has an echo.
And silence will not
Find me its friend.
Because I can never
Be free.
Alone.
Again.

The World Watcher

You see.
But you won’t
Say.
So they think
You cold.
The world is
Passing you by. 
In fact
You know more,
Take it all
To heart.
Closer than
Anyone else.
And yet no one
Shows you
Enough grace,
Or gratitude.
For your
Silence
Which shields
Us all.

Solo

Single startling note
As a bird cried out
Shattering the heavy
Old dusty silence.
As the echoes faded
Another note followed.
Then more stop
Started out.
Until a gentle
Broken song
Stuttered
In to life.
That one sweet
Sorrow solo,
That hoped to
Start a chorus.

The Summer Silence

A cloud of dotted
White and grey,
Swarm of a
Million spores,
Came flying out
As a body brushed
Past the small
Unnoticed flowers.

They flew and flew
This epic squadron.
Some dropping,
And landing,
To cover the earth.
As they journeyed on
Till all was hidden
Under a thick
Dust blanket.

And silence
Filled the air.

Keep the Noise

We talk of things
In shapes and riddles
For fear of straight lines
Or finding sharp points
Roads to conclusions
We applaud our wit
Excellent replies
While dark circles
Beneath eyes break
Vows and reveal secrets
We talk of nothings
Join friendly letters
And useless vowels
Always praying
The words never end
And in silence
We might blindly
Reveal the truth