Your meaning falls
like a silent waterfall pouring
over polished stones,
continually filling the well
of my heart with a perfect understanding.
Your hands are busy
painting words across the sky
the sparkle in your eye
provides the “what” and “why.”
It shatters my heart
because I never heard your voice
If I could give you anything,
I’d give you a choice
To whisper, just once,
all the dreams that you hold
To know that I love you,
if my words were so bold.

In your quiet moments,
I hear you louder than
one thousand angels
singing their lofty hallelujahs.
Without a word spoken,
the wall of silence broken,
Without a word heard,
you communicate more
wisdom and compassion
and joy than will ever
be found in the
incessant mumblings of those
who speak
but do not seek to be understood.

With your pen,
you push light across the page
dispelling the dark
from those who can’t know
how in art
you give us a glimpse of your soul.
with a pad and a pen
you erase my thoughts
your words are contagious,
when all that I sought
was to hold you and love you
with all of my heart.