Another voiceless voice, unseen, unheard;
How then can one begin to understand
Or know a man by just his written word,
Or know a man when all his words are planned?

And if we meet in passing in the street,
And by some chance have cause to thus converse
And share of life's adventures all replete,
Would I bestow thee with some clever verse,

So two lost souls may swift identify
With kindred spirits hidden there beneath
The facets of these strangers passing by
And seek to know the poets underneath?

Dear friend, alas my silence would dismay
And strangers still, we'd go our merry way.