Ensemble of Thoughts

Woe is the sound of her eyes,
An ensemble of thoughts, a nocturnal gaze.
Solemn is the sound of her heart,
To hide the caverns of mind, to resist sunshine.

And the gentle demeanor she carries,
Like silent wings, caresses my being.
In her cradle she is submerged still,
Bruised in spirit but her soul is clean.

And when the strings writhe in silence,
She keeps on chanting dreams in her breath.
Her mind is an ocean, her memories a pain.
And the cries won't reach her, let alone mine.