How, in the words we never speak, will you hear me?
In fear we hide dark quiet some more
Less we know in stillness, that we speak not, we touch never, we aim, we wait.
Let drift into our river
pebbles, as thoughts, only sounding near the surface
Those below, far below never heard, seldom seen
though without them our bed would wash wash away
in us both
– for The Sound of Silence writing challenge.