To speak without sounds, I
shake the stars to the ground,
collecting them in my pocket, and
passing them around.
It’s the frequency I relay,
not the words of what I say.
Like the star in my hand,
take one please,
If the sky is left starless,
one burning bright in your hand,
do you feel what you took,
could you open your heart, your book?
Now, lets throw the stars back into the sky,
frequencies aligned, archaic words left behind,
and just sounds without words, are