Your silent response echoes vibrantly in my mind... knowing
even words I may not want to hear, you cannot find.
If the sounds could form from the beating of your heart
then your reply would certainly need no help to start.
The silence will continue to pass while all is not forgiven,
covering the trail where the discarded are finally driven.
Fearing truth and words unknown
prevents love's beauty from being shown.
Unplayed music, silent songs, and soundless views