Why is solace so
singularly sad
yet uplifting
in its hushed solitude?
is it not then
we hear the lilting
melodies of our hearts?
Why is silence
sought out
when the wind
hushes
for no one
and whispers
no names but
those we keep
secret and close
to our heart of hearts?
How could it be more tender
in any other way?
Why would I want
a pain loved so truly
by solemness
shared in any other way?
intotheindigo 