I often lament over things not said
even when many thoughts have reached my tongue.
Some had the lustre but courage unfed,
and some with a fine melody unsung.
Sometimes few words can bring a little smile.
At times their echoes stir up a yearning.
Often they utter for a sweet long while,
and hope to express a deeper meaning..
But my vocals sought no flattering tune
yet struck a few chords though silently played.
And the lyrics were haphazardly strewn,
but found those ears with a spiritual aid.
I lacked skill and fancy for eloquence.
All I could offer was my long presence.