Alone with my words

my hand quivers over

scribbled sheets,

the only voice I hear

when my fingers dance

to silent melodies,

to bells that don’t ring

where no one hears me write

my life upon each page.

Alone with my heart

breaking in lines across

the stanzas of my soul

where tears are shaped

in the fine lines and curves

of letters like droplets

of ink from my veins.