October Diaries: Unspoken

October 13,

Trembling and softly breaking,

in solicitous tones, you sing.

Unspoken and cracked open,

my silence begs your rhythm.

Play only to your wish;

no notes nor score to restrain.

Confessions are a bitter kiss,

dripping sweetly from your lips.

Touch what I cannot grasp,

and revive what I forgot.

Hush those old melodies past,

crawling up from the grass.

Raise your pitch and lull me

to crescendo's apex and leave

stuttering words empty,

awaiting your chest's heave. 

When your euphony ceases,

ease into the harsher sting

before embracing me for knowing

the words you would not sing.