…and you never spoke words. Mute of tongue.
Night after night you wait to be understood,
heard, talked. Day after day you hum
lullabies to all ‘round you, to stay sane.
…and you are the one who learned no muse -
Horrored many, in quiet of scowls forthcoming.
Silent Heart. Devotion absolute. Wit of a prophet.
Who hears you is blessed, who listens, saved.
…one day I’ll speak for you.