Song of the Silent Singer
Round and round the notes revolve,
But make no sounds, no chords resolve,
Yet those who listen with their eyes
Will hear songs of multi-colored melodies,
Which on the quavering air a moment linger...
What do they tell us then: To hope? To fear?
O gentle traveler, please lend both eye and ear
To the songs without sound of the Silent Singer...
-from a collection of poems entitled SONGS WITHOUT SOUNDS