Silent Reality

Lines
of midnight's light
delicately fell between the window blinds
as if night
were an instrument to be played
by the lonely

I reach out
and gently stroke each ray of light
as if I were the master of this instrument
and heart
was the lyricist that wrote the words
I could not speak

I imagine
your absence
as the audience there to hear the song I played
as note
after note
of my heart's expression
told you
how my soul yearned
for the warmth of your whispers against my weakness
reassuring me
that the color of the spotlight
was not as dark
as my silent reality

this is very touching and beautiful. i can see it