The way of love leads all ways
to life beyond words, silent
and secret. To serve that triumph
I have done all the rest.

- Wendell Berry

talk to me, softly

how else will I know you are there

tell me your secrets

I was born listening

my life here, this house

is anything but silent, still

I want more

when alert I dream of bustle

I stay busy, I play records

when I wake up but when

I go to sleep I need

the quiet pitch perfect