Words not Written
A note within a stanza, a word within a poem.
The emptiness between has captured my mind thus warming my soul.
An unspoken whisper, a blank sheet of paper, a song not yet sung.
Torn paper blackened by the ink of the poet carries her secret within the hollow empty spaces.
The secrets I treasure are those left unsaid.
My favorite song is the one not yet sung.
My favorite poem is the one not yet written.
Maestro, lead your music in all it’s glory.
Poet, write your moving and passionate words.
With heart and soul I shall discover their secrets within the empty spaces, for therein lies the tears beneath the joy, and the peace amidst the pain.
The words I read are the words unwritten, the music I hear is the song not sung.
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