It’s how you put down the spoon
Gently, in soft motion, with precise intent
Imagine the flight of the hummingbird
Ethereal and purposeful
It’s the cat’s graceful jump on your lap
Purring warmly
It’s the quiet smile given to a stranger
Just walking by
This morning I listen to the silences
And I am reminded of you
It’s the complicit glance friends share
Hearing all that is unsaid
The delicate and privileged touch
Of a snowflake landing on your face
This morning I listen to the silences
And I hear you
In the bewitching final note
Floating from the sad melody
On the piano
On this ordinary day
This morning I heard the silences
Telling me a story gentle and true
Of might and strength unloud
A story of you
It’s how you put down the spoon