Silent Bird

Began on 17 November 2005.

My silent bird – you do not sing:
These ears are empty, like this heart.
You leave me dry of blood and tears,
As your gaze evokes my sorrow

Your silence echoes here,
An unheard music
Louder than any voice;
I feel you speak to me.

Fly away, little bird.
Why do you linger here?
A cage is not a home –
Is there naught else you hold dear?

Fly away, little bird,
Why do you linger still?
What is it that binds you
To these bars of unyielding steel?

My voiceless bird – do you cry?
Your eyes seem so empty.
Could your heart be breaking, just like mine?
When I look, all I see is myself.

Is this just my own whimsical reverie?
(c) Sylphide