stillness even still

I saw a shriek, 

a groan pass by 

in silence under 

watchful eye.

A laugh was lying 
on the ground, prostrate 
still without a sound. 

Then a song took up 
my hand, and led me on 
through hush and lull. 

Through it all I felt 

a sigh, but made 
no sigh. The emptiness
 
was still too full.