this is a new rhythm, unscripted, unsung, unheard
the swaying singing sweating breathless dancers could not follow the steps
it is a new melody the ambidextrous drummer missed the beat
the pianist finished her rehearsed piece her audiences exploding in wild applause
but I can hear the unfinished note
the voice of this dying infant fading straining stressed from the dreaded plaque anguished pained helpless hapless hopeless
no one can touch her pain no one can hear her dirge
dirge for mother whose hand no longer rocks this cradle
for a father who put out their candle-light in a moment of passion
my bleeding heart has no voice
my welling tears have lost their sacred touch
my many words only pour into a gaping hole
Only deeds express the unscripted note
