I do not sing on my own—
I wait, hollow and still,
carved by time and shaped by silence.
But when your breath finds me—
gentle or fierce,
uncertain or bold—
I become song.
We are not two,
but the moment of joining:
your current, my curve,
your motion, my waiting.
You do not command me.
I do not control you.
Together, we vanish
into what is heard—
a harmony only born
when neither leads
and both listen.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf
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Author:
GeekSusie (
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- Published: June 30th, 2025 15:59
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Beautiful and so nicely said. Loved the ending
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