Silence… in the silence…
I was born in silence to,
Not a sound in the room, not even a breath…
no soft baby's coo.And with trembling hands… the doctor held me out, and said…
"…I cannot be sure, but it's probably dead."
Probably dead, I wish it were so…
For with my mother's first scream… the memories begin to grow…
I was old when I was young… I was faded when still new,
My mother never touched me if she didn't have too,
And surprisingly, and probably for the best…
She rarely had to…
I took care of the rest…
So I sit now in silence, my memories stirring…
And deep in my heart lies an old fallen yearning…
I wonder, at times, did she ever want to say,
It will be alright Erik… I love you this way?
Did she… ever want to say… could she… just to hear those words…
"Mother? Do you see them! On the window! Pretty birds!"
"I see them, they're lovely, and that's why they sing so well."
"But mother, I sing well too…"
Mother… I sing… sing in silence like the birds…
It's lovely….
…mother..?