a wee effort to fill up the gap ....

and if by now silent

i had become

it's not because the tongue's been tied or cut off

but it's because the Heart's engaged to listen

to Itself --

to its own murmurs

to its own whispers

to its own noise --

to sort from these inner verbiage

that which might be of use for all,

for brothers, sisters

mothers, fathers,

friends, enemies, lovers,

saints, sinners,

to find a song common

a tune familiar

a song to which the Heart can cling to

and never ever forget.

this Heart's still listening to Itself

still trying to find ...