A Silent Song

I waved a silent song past its strongest heights For a sating revision of a shy sound to ignite Asks for melodic tense, for its sequence of time heaves a better song and lights up a star-deprived haze regardless of time, Promises to sign a sympathetic course for us in bloodless keys… and for the lost keys discarded, to toe the empty line and reside in our unkempt places Yet reluctantly, and in defeat, invokes a right to fill its self-declared silence with lasting doubt And braises a cold heartfelt petal of pain To open and fit a rising reduction of triumph in different keys But till then My best bequeaths to each of us a silent song Our second tries aim a daunting recourse to pasts below We signed off in single file In endless cells, walled in our own unforgiving pasts As they echo beneath a soldered and silent core of song While we wait for the sympathy of a melodic distance.. that heaves and leaves a silent song to die a second time