sometimes, bits come off
like emotional dandruff,
they get into the very stuff
of the things we make
…is this what silent words convey?

what might have been said in words
(if only we could find the words)
we say in bits of paper and card
in sticky blobs of glue
…is this what silent words convey?

these things we make, they take our dreams
upon a tray, a transport of delight
a vessel for our very beings
what percentage their added tax...
these bits of stuff that cost ten pence, max?

what we meant, unspoken thoughts transmitted
in a special way, what we feel inside
what seems right, affirmed to someone
who can read their ESP
…is this what silent words convey?

they infuse, gain strength
like Earl Grey,
souls that rest together don't lie,
the sum is greater than the parts
… is this what silent words convey?

when we dance or touch
or pray, or smile and look away
and eyes linger longer than they really should
… this is what silent words convey