Tranquility

 Tranquility,

It didn't sing

but his face was singing

a silent song

you knew

each note

because those eyes,

still; like molded marble

penetrate the depths

of your thoughts

where you gather

your love for his

song.

Tranquil.

Zipped Tight

I'm considering not speaking.

For it's always hurting you.

I say the wrong stuff

or I say not enough,

And I do not know what to do.

You'd be happier

And my speech shall be still.

I'll continue this way,

starting today,

until I fall deathly ill.

My sarcastic tone won't wound you,

And my replies of 'OK' won't be around.

'I'm sorry's diminished,

my voice is finished,

I'll no longer make a sound