Spaces between

If I spark the flame

Will you blow on it?

Words are not the same,

When you don't breathe

The spaces between

And give syllables meaning.

If I capture something

Of a deeper truth,

Until you speak my words

Are they idle ravings?

Don't press fingers to your lips

And keep us guessing.

If my words refuse,

Would you take the refrain

And echo it by choice?

Emptiness is pain;

Colour me blue

I yearn to hear your voice.