A poem

Music Within

The radio transmits sounds I cannot
integrate. I push the button off;
a lyric rises inside, playing
an energetic silence.

Words unsaid create pitch, vibrate
and color the atmosphere.
We are disconnected, or
connected to melody,

something between the letters,
beyond articulation,
expectation, or fear 
waiting to be heard.




4.16.16
(c) Gudrun Mouw


							

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