...pouring out
of my mouth,
my fingers,
my heart

all these words
aloud
whispered
living in print
(or on screen)

all these words
were gathered
and saved
by a "silent" child
a quiet, thoughtful
child

all these words
danced in her head
floated in her heart
caressed her soul

then like chance meetings
of friends
of lovers
they began to connect
realizing "safety in numbers"
feeling the power of many
consuming all the spaces
in her being

until they had to burst
like seeds of exploding plants
and the child
became florescent