You know the secret of the silence --
Your string of silence tells me more than any words.
You strained your shoulders for my touching --
Aware of every tone, of every hue alert.
Your silence throbs beneath my fingers,
Returning me my every word in melted sounds
To spell the humming of the rhythm
Between the steps of time, and every thing inside.
I learn to speak the way you listen
When you pronounce the sentence lacking any words,
Conducting with your eyes my breathing
Away from rules of speech, and syllables beyond.