i hear the stories you do not say
the heavy night, the restless day
each word a thread, each pause a chain
i hold them softly, i hold the pain
your fears spill out like river flood
your trembling hands, your heart of blood
i do not push, i do not pry
i simply sit and let them fly
through quiet rooms your echoes hum
i gather them until they come
to rest in a place that does not break
a careful harbor for your sake
