muse on holiday

are these silent fingers waiting
     for louder songs?
more somber, sullen, searing, or soaring notes?

does the earth spin too quietly
to overcome the volume of Lovers?

is Lover the louder profession
quieting once raucous hands
that would scrawl sentence murals
even in their sleep?

the insomnia is gone.
the sleep makes its sound.
the words are fewer
     and farther between.





wb