Without

I am spread across the page
Like sheet music, 
Silent to those who cannot play it
Yet beautiful 
At the hands of a musician

Without you
I am the un-played notes
Of a love song
I am a piano without hands  
A song without a voice,
Words without the music 
To give it life

I am pressed between the covers 
Like pages of a book
A mystery to those who do not read it
Yet full of love
To the heart of a reader

Without you
I am the unread words
Of a romance
I am a book collecting dust
A poem recited to an empty room
A story without ears
To know it

  
 


september 2011

 
 



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Bri

 



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Bri & Di ~ Oct 18, 2011