A whisper in the house,soft,almost soundless
as it glides across the room with bated breath.
A silent shout .
A whisper ,as it treads slowly ,
waiting to be caught by someone who hears
A soft, scared whisper.
A choked, soaked with emotion whisper.
Deep in it's resonance is pain,
of memories it cannot change,
of fights it tries to avoid and hide,
sweeping across to the side.
A person stands, a whisper escapes from the lips,
A soundless entity in itself,
A being in the entirety of soundless sound.
A silent appeal of help,
Another whisper throws it's shackles away.
Carried to the bright window,
sunshine streaming in all it's joy
Unknown ,inside the house darkness belong
A silent whisper for help,the contrast cannot be more stark,
Life tries to reign
Some spark of hope in those soundless eyes on whose lips whispers lie.
A knock on the door, it calls again and again
Stirring the silence inside,
The silence in which whispers glide.
A knock ,almost defies it's authority to reign,
Life , it seems ,has come knocking by.
Guided by the soundless whispers it heard across the sky.
