When does it shift?
How do I find the version of the song
where my mouth can tingle
in silent appreciation
of others’ music?
How do I stop
the yearning desperate willingness to share
the tumult of my words,
these offerings of vibration
with the hope of resonance,
the tangle of my voice
dangling in front of a kitten,
slightly out of reach?
Where do I find the quiet unsaid invitation
to let the kitten close
in silence?