The space between
notes & rests,
words & actions,
talking & listening,
I mean really listening.
Listening ’til it hurts.
Until every living pore
screams in vain for attention,
to expostulate, to defend, to condemn.
Because, of course, you know best.
Or at least you think you do.
Until you really listen,
with intent & unknowing,
to the silence & wisdom connecting her words.