Dead Sound

by Kaiya W.
(Milwaukie, OR, USA)

This dead sound whistles in my ear
like it’s telling a secret only for me.
Quiet and stealthy, lurking in each
nearby bush, like music, the rhythm
drags me closer to the source.
Silence falls across the fields. Overhead
star patterns whisper to the night sky
a language I cannot understand.
This tender hum, like a blown kiss,
guides me through the darkness.
Then a majestic harmony that
echoes like that dead sound
floats down all around me
like ashes.