I keep silent to find my voice.
Always,
the same song,
the same words intervene.
I feel the clicking of sameness.
I am held prisoner
in a vault of dread.
My soul is full of furniture.
I want to sell it all,
make way for the empty room
of pure beginning.
But not you.
I will keep you
centered in the room,
the one exception.
Around you,
I will build another house,
another theme.
Around you,
on whose lips
I put every word,
I will sing new words,
and tell the shadows
to stand away.
You are the end of silence,
my heart’s only hunger.