All sounds so loudly I hear,

The still absence of my love so near.

Were that I heard nothing

But the sweet sound of his return,

Footsteps on the porch,

The doorknob turning,

His voice calling,

My heart throbbing…

 

But this music is not here.

Only percussions of

Silence in the dark,

The fan blowing,

The clock ticking,

My mind spinning.

 

He will return one day,

This hope holds the beat of my heart.

Our song will have a new start,

The rhythm of the world will glow.

 

But until that day

For which I long and pray,

My life will only play

The cello.