No amount of silence
Can fill the void
Of which and in which
Would live the presence of yours

No song to last
Or calling bell deprived of joy
Cast in iron fast

Your voice

Leaves me hungry and listening
For this tension to break
Like the fast between these many hours

I wish
That such a sound
Was known to these walls
And echoed all around

And that these talks were not just me alone
And of my own