The voice that carries a thousand words
Never spoken never heard does tell me in
The silence of things gone by and yet to
Come without even a whisper or mistaken
Hum between the parting of the lips as
Mousiestend they are by the tongue an
Slightly parted to take in breath I find
Mysel holding mine in expectation of that
To come yet no disappointment is begun
For the expectation is mine
The voice that carries a thousand words
Has spoken my life in turn upon my toes
I find myself waiting expectantly