Silence kills my spirit
As Distance draws from a dark well,
But nothing can quench the eternal flame
Which burns for the life of one.

Shall my light fall on the skin of others
While absence pains my very flesh
And memory gnaws at my bones?
So deep beyond were the travels of one.

My insides spilled out on the table;
The treasures of my heart were laid open;
The broken shards of my past were fingered lovingly,
Guided across by the hand of one.

All the world and the people in it
Are oblivious to the world within.
They know not of such things,
Hidden to all but the eyes of one.