In Silence

Years, and years, and decades —
The sights change, the sounds change, but
The silences are the same

In this silence, here, tonight,
You and I are driving down a beach,
With our young children sleeping, in the back,
Watching a multicolor sunset
Over a deep blue ocean.

In this silence, glowing, pulsing,
I’m a teen in my room,
Unable to sleep, restless,
With a drumbeat of hopelessness in my head
Only music could drown out.
Thank goodness for headphones.

In this silence, wide, and flat,
I remember the cries of pain from
Other residents in the hospital,
Some crying for the last time,
Some crying out of sympathy for the others,
But somehow, the silence pierced it all,

From the before drumbeats,
To the sunsets after,
Woven together

In silence

music makes friends

in the rhythm of life
in the movement of bodies
music makes friends
out of recently strangers

music mends hearts
when joy is in shortfall
when harmony seems
like a theory at best

music makes friends
if friends can make music
but times have made hard
what we long took for granted


When years go by, as sure they will,
We must swim out against the tide
That carries us to apathy
To lands of pettiness, and pride

That can become our final homes
If we don’t make the effort then
To use the muscles we neglect
To get back where we should have been.

The heights we could have, should have reached?
There here, when we’re together beached;
Alone, to laughter we’ll succumb,
And let love, like the waves,

Just come