Because the world is so loud
And you cannot hear me.
Because the world is so frightening
And I am speechless.
Because the world is so beautiful
I am afraid that if I make a sound
I will ruin a moment that will never be remade
At any point in time on any floating rock.
Sometimes I sing to you in dreams,
Do you hear me, then?
Do you think of me when the song you heard
In sleep finds you during the day,
When the movies I played for your closed eyes
Find you in the harsh light of the sun—
When I show pictures of moments soon to pass
Are you surprised at my quiet?
Being so powerful is exhausting.
I have no words left after moving tides
And talking to gods.