Cathy at http://www.thequietone.net/the_quiet_one/2011/03/muse-i-.html#comments, posted a poem about her muse, in which she used the line, “When silence dances too much.” As soon as I saw it, my muse awoke and began crying. I knew I had to use it in a poem, or she would never let me sleep. This is one of those poems I had to write.
WHEN SILENCE DANCES
by Mike Patrick
There are times in the night
when the silence dances
in such gentle sadness.
The moon provides the hazy light
to watch memories spin
as softly they waltz by.
Could that be the shadow of our love,
forgotten all these years,
gradually fading with the dawn?
Add one more to the nights I’ve sat up,
reveling in my pain,
while watching the silence dance.