LOVE IS QUIET.
Love is quiet,
More than the deepest of dream,
Where word – is not among the moment or the murmur,
In meaning – meaning forgot – meaning not – meaning new,
Meaning nothing, sleeping.
Love is silent,
There’s just a whisper in the air,
The space – alive with beating heart
and soul, the power
Of music – music forgot – music old – music new,
Love is breathing – somewhere.
Love is ours,
In these old tales we still declare
That mute fanfare of humour, and rumour,
In knowing – knowing not – knowing forgot - knowing never
Knowing just enough, to care.
Love is here,
And surely we must find a way to move,
And show the wonder and the story of,
Minds doing – minds imagine – minds seeing -
Minds audacity enough – to sing - of love.
Quinny 2026