WHISPERING

WHISPERING

Music,
in the soul,
whispering,
softness.

Sounds,
sweet,
from me.

Sounds,
from the soul,
whispering,
words,
letters.

Soft,
feathers,
sliding,
into the world,
they are the cries.

Muffled,
from the tears,
turned
into the song
of a soul.

Overflowing,
a thousand letters
that scatter
my music
in that language
no one hears.

Broken sounds
to set to music
for strangers,
far from the world.

Whispering letters
so they may fly
and burst
in other
souls.