Hanging in the air like discordant minims
silence speaks the words unspoken,
the words to confirm their love lies broken -
shattered beyond repair.
A semibreve sigh tries to smother the silence
but a cacophony of thoughts transcend the stillness;
audible chords of discontent,
awkward cadences of the time miss-spent.
Sheets rustle like untimely percussion -
harmony now long forgotten.
Two silhouettes, wide awake
contemplate the words unsaid
as they lie there together,
in their marital bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem