song without silence

it was found at the bottom of a box in a closet

well the river is wide

the valley's low

wildflowers grow

to earth they go

found time

mediocore sky

found time

beneath heavens

knelt down 

taught myself

which way to see

saw a heaven

in an ant's burden

found haven

beneath

heaven

now when I walk

and breathe

say the piece

found on my knees

mediocore sound

melancholy strain

voice held

earthward gaze

know time

is not now

know peace

not for this hour

hold it close

let it loose

know by sound

not enough to choose

to be wise

to have an art

one must observe

patience of earth

colors change

times loose their place

within my heart

an enduring space

tried flowers

tried books

tried music

breath is my own

release refrain

old it continues

without

a voice to bend it melodiously

say a piece to be beneath

what to say

belongs to the human race

not dreams

not myth

merely sound

needs time to sever

felt pulse from beating time

felt pulse from bleeding time

somebody once asks to read this some place saying it makes the hair on the back of the neck stand up

Author's Note

it's handwritten on stationery as a painting