Tracers

Look at him
He's the boy with the bony hands
Man with a tiny voice
So he waves his arms
Says look at me
But it don't make noise

Look away
So he plucks and his eyes turn grey
Says hey I can make a sound
I might be little
But my thoughts are loud
And I can make ‘em sway

Reviews

[Chris]

I think each of us has a time and a place we FELT our silence - some reach through it ...some never do.