when
there is nothing left
what do you take
what is given

I reach for language
syllables close in
sounds shaping

encapsulating we
forming audible pleasure
releasing the tension
that builds when
assumptions bludgen
passion

holding the path
on the highway

capturing
the forever
fading harmonies

our sound
when we sing

despite the science
which claims particles 
cause friction

cannot cease traveling
in order to echo off
star light

before it ends
I recall
the forgotten
soft silence

that I will
never let go of