Silence Weeping Poem by Jo Lynn Ehnes

A silent song befits my pen,
which flows with crystal ink.
The notes dissolve midst sapphire tears;
my rhythm's out of sync.

I felt my muse subside and fade
the day he said goodbye.
Without our secret harmony
the melody's awry.

I plead for rhyme to calm my mind
and feed the starving page.
Alas, no sympathy is found
to resurrect this sage –

Now, wrapped in blankets of despair
my spirit begs for sleep,
but still I lie in restless nights
until the verses weep.