I thought I would be understood without words.
— Vincent Van Gogh
In silence, hearts reach out screaming
Stretching forward, emoting like mimes in a fire
they gesture and
call for attention from…anyone
no in each case it is a specific need
a special type who will know them
and answer wordlessly in return.
Yet the clown hearts keep burning
tho sometimes another comes
silently, they put out the flames
and mutely answer the call.
a heart has found another
something of beauty is created.
— G A Rosenberg
Click on images to see full-sized: