You were a quiet soul, dancing in shades
a vivid art in an old museum appreciated,
yet so silent, it never moved away
a river so deep I could drown in mere seconds,
Yet so calm, yet so still
Now I stand here in awe, bedazzled
gazing, you the whispers in the wind
thundering through the air when embraced
you were the verses written so deep
the book whispers faded
with secrets untold, tales unopened
who knew you had a hidden spark,
a spark that shone so bright
Not in the sun, I say, but in the night