If I Could Speak

If I could speak, 

I would talk of my soul

Once radiant and blissful

Now withered and old

If I could speak
I would talk of love

How it flowed from my fingers

But now makes tapestries of dust

If I could speak
I would talk of laughter

Of gatherings steeped in music

Now just hollow echoes forever

If I could speak

I would ask for your hand
To pull me away

From the corpse that I am

If I could speak
I would whisper my fears

And know that I was heard

That I wasn’t alone with my tears

If I could speak

My silence would end

And when tomorrow comes

Maybe I’ll finally start to mend.

If I could speak…