In the end I\u2019ve used so many,
\nbut I am a man of few words.
\nI bring silence to a conversation.
\nMy words do not ring
\nwith the gigantic ring inside me.
\nMeasure the love song
\nI sing for my children.
\nTell harps how much music I hear.
\nDescribe Mary
\ntouching dawn with her eyes.<\/p>\n
My true vocabulary
\nis a language of different sounds,
\ndifferent meanings,
\ndifferent voices.
\nIt tells the floor of earth
\nwhere I\u2019m standing.
\nThe arches of the sky
\nhow I struggle to be born.
\nAnd how much anguish
\nI must feel
\nwhen death buries me in quiet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the end I\u2019ve used so many, but I am a man of few words. I bring silence to a conversation. My words do not…<\/p>\n