The Absence of Sound

 The Absence of Sound

We were like wind chimes on a day without a breeze 

Circling each other, slowly and patiently

Waiting for the moment where we could collide together

and become a wondrous tone 

When by the slightest touch, vibrations would cascade through

Our eminent bodies. 

We danced a motionless dance

With every non-step and every absence of movement,

an expression. 

Every inaction, resulting in more definition than the eye could readily see. 

We were apart together. Our hearts alone in unison.