Tatul Sonentz: SOUNDS

The sound

of disturbed silence

heard before you arrive

is my soaring heartbeat

and squeaky shadows

in fast retreat…

 

The beat

Of a racing heart

you hear as light sweeps

the room when you  are here

Is my very own answering

The rising rhythm of

Your own…

 

The moan

of silent solitude

after your departure

is my very own which

I alone can hear

when you are

gone…

 

……….. Tatul Sonentz

2014