Speak in such a silent way as to say
sound itself leaves an empty truth.
You resound like an empty room.
They say leave absolutes for two
plus two. They say stories leave
equals for someone else.
Better to complicate to convolutions
until the innocent are suspicious,
until guilty parts are made guiltless.
Their judgement is swift. You say
they deserve this. They felt.
They felt nothing. She smiles,
unsure why anyone would.
Perhaps this is what you’ve asked
begging for a spoken stillness.
You wonder, awestruck, how
droplets touch still water without a sound.