The Quiet Unsaid Poem by Ilko Alexandrov
The Quiet Unsaid
There is so little
one can hide from each other
so much quiet, the quiet unsaid,
until later tonight, every night
the space between the notes
is hanging heavy above and in-between
so quiet before one final key arrives
until we lie down unfinished, half way there
washed in a Gismonti high tide -
every night in a quiet bed of absences,
the quiet land of unsaid
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