People in the Park

I once saw a girl, sitting on a bench.

She was looking at the people,

the people in the park, 

and as she gazed and wondered

about the secret and intimate 

back corners of the lives

of those who stood before her,

she started to sing.

She wanted to sing

about the people in the park.

But nothing came out.

She began to panic, 

look around, and cry for help.

But no one could hear her,

for she was silent.

The people moved forward,

enjoying their day, and passing her by.

They just kept passing

Days went by, and the 

girl was still confused,

silenced by her own body

and the constructs of sound.

I was the only one to hear her silent cries.

And as I walked up to her and drew closer,

She looked at me.

Stared straight through my eyes.

She saw something bigger. 

I asked her what her sorrows were

and she responded in saying, 

the world has gone silent.

for the only noise she hears now,

are the teardrops hitting the park bench.