silence

Sometimes
The words poor from my pen like water
They flow and mingle and make me tingle
They make music, a song
Sometimes
T h e w o r d s a r e f o r c e d f r o m m y p e n
T h e y a r e c h o p p y  a n d  w r o n g 
T h e y  m a k e  a  t e r r i b l e  n o i s e  t h a t  n o  o n e  w a n ts  t o  h e a r
Sometimes
There are no words coming from my pen
They are quiet and still
But sometimes the silent make the prettiest songs of all.