You go to a place of no sound
Save the turning of silent paper
If only dreams were songs
Somewhere, out there, I may have heard you.
Seen your coat over the back of your chair
Your hair swept from your eyes.
Maybe you thought about things
Other than chemistry
I think you must have
Because we are all star dust
We are all longing to return
To the hurtling visions in the night sky.
I only ask because
I think of those things too
As if the turning of the next page
Of the last page will reveal all
But I think I found the answer elsewhere.
I must remember ‘no talking’
And leave you in peace
Exactly as I found you
In the place of no sound
Among the songs
You yearn to sing.