What's behind the terse, unspoken sound One that abruptly inserted a period Invoking a sigh in the middle of a sentence Was it the uneasy voice of her heart's lyrics Announcing your song is still incomplete Or ambivalence of despondent music Reluctantly strumming devoid of melody Perhaps it’s time for your bashful words To complement echo of the unsung verse Disclosing explicitly to her anxious world: You saw it in the smile of her cheerful eyes And heard it from symphony of dulcet vibes And felt it in the ballet of her delicate touch When she held you close in an intimate hug While mellifluous whispers of love spoke December 8, 2021