you make the prettiest sounds

And you make the prettiest sounds
with your silence. A stuttering melody

of lost words and sounds you've forgotten
to remember. The faces you make and the

tears that I pretend not to see. The noise
in your head is so loud I can hear it; the

static of my thoughts replies in kind.

You are the loudest when you stand around
and your voice is the strongest when you say

nothing at all. The complicated implecations of
your silent movie life make me wary and unsure

of where to speak; I want to ask you things but I
am too afraid of what you may tell me when you

look me in the eyes and show the truth.