Silence

She’s not like anyone I’ve ever known,
A shadow on the air, a silent tone.
A game I play but never really won,
I count the signs, and find that there are none.
It must be over now, the curtain falls,
I hear a voice that whispers through the walls.
But how can I hold what was never born?
A ghost at dawn, a mystery to mourn.
I count the words she never speaks to me,
A prisoner of what I cannot see.

I’ll follow her, though reason says to flee,
A lonely quest for what can never be.
And all the madmen nod; they understand,
I search for her in every shifting sand.
I count the hands that cannot hope to hold
A story that was never truly told.
I count the faces, fleeting as a sigh,
A million pass the corner of my eye.
But in the crowd, I know, and I believe,
She is the only phantom I perceive.

No body, no beginning, and no end,
A stranger and the most familiar friend.
She lives between the heartbeat and the pause,
The only one deserving of my cause.
I’ll keep on counting ‘til the numbers lie,
Beneath the empty, ever-watchful sky.

And silence, only silence, fills the air,
But I can feel the weight of her sad stare.
I know she’s smiling through a veil of tears,
A secret I have kept for all these years.
Oh, I don’t want her to go…
No, I don’t want her to go…
Please don’t go…