Silent Music between Strangers

Feeling the vibrations running down the rivets of my chords, I drum this smile into my thighs. Beating out feelings with fingers and palms, I search for inspiration to fill the empty of my irises, to twitch at the words aching to leave through the touching of pen.
Grey haired with tiered dark skin, you step on at 22nd Street and we continue to move West. Despite the years spread out between us, you catch drift of the tune in my head. A connection between two strangers, we share in the language of silence found in the meeting of eyes and tapping if hands.

Inspired during my time in Canada and a particular journey on the Sky Train one morning.

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