he sang to me his music of silence.
his canvases empty...
a great painter was he.
he wept devoid of tears,
and he laughed without teeth...
his books contained no lines
nor did his poetries.
he never said the words
but I know he loved me…
one who truly feels love,
discerns it quietly.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
he sang to me his music of silence.
his canvases empty...
a great painter was he.
he wept devoid of tears,
and he laughed without teeth...
his books contained no lines
nor did his poetries.
he never said the words
but I know he loved me…
one who truly feels love,
discerns it quietly.
