Like unspoken jewel notes, eyes are my hush.

Silence.

If silence could sound eye language, it would speak of me chasing windows forever and cast.

Silenced.

Beyond state of eye silenced, sights reduce me to cage of lens and a souls crush.

Silence, silenced.

Pitch dot pupils of retina and glass, spell forth hypnotic a state. A state of blood cellular rush.

Only silence has eyes like hers.

Hush.