Dancing Demons

You never did like the house to be silent

And grew up hearing the TV loop 

Instead of your voice, 

Listening to the creaks and whispers

of the house that substituted the 

things you never said.

I learned that even silence has

noises of its own, 

It was just that you preferred the bleary ones,

The ones that drowned out everything 

and left the room for nothing, 

And it was then that I understood how much 

easier it was for you to waltz in the light, surrounded

by trills and clangs that cushioned your darkest thoughts 

instead of reuniting with the demons’ dark mamba 

that leaves you to realize how broken you really are.