A Melancholy in B(e) minor
A Melancholy in B(e) minor

A Melancholy in B(e) minor

Anke Vogel Art

Silence is golden.

It speaks multitudes

to the masses

they hear what they want anyway.

Me?

Today at least

I hear nothing.

No birds chirping.

No dogs barking

No angels singing

No love making.

No noise

Not even my heart beating.

No breathing

No speaking.

No chimes on my phone

Telling me of a message

No dings in my head

Like I know what comes next.

This nothingness is both eerily familiar

And a peace from my past.

 

It is the sound of you and me

Apart

It’s as usual now.

 

My wanting you

To give me you

And you doing

Nothing about it.

 

Your wanting to give you me

And

Doing nothing about it.

 

I get it.

It’s complicated

We’re complicated.

Our love has never been

Cut and dry

Black and white

Or red.

 

Sometimes it’s like

Pink

Or yellow

Blends of hotness

And chill

Passion

And the blues

 

And quiet.

Not speaking

Or hearing or

Anything at all

 

Just hearts beating in different places

Two different bodies

Designed to be one

But functioning

Often painfully

As two.

 

Apartness is what we choose

Despite

What we knew

What we know

What we do.

 

It doesn’t change what is…

 

Patience

Is a virtue

 

I keep writing

Hoping

Something I say here

Will effect

Or affect

You.

It doesn’t seem to though.

 

Your silence is my curse.

Always has been

Cause I can feel your thoughts.

I can feel you

Separate

But always with me

Haunting me

 

Telling me nothing with your lips

And everything with

Your quiet.

 

I can build you a door

To enter

And the knob

To turn with.

I can even open it for you

But I can’t go through.

Going through it

Is what you have to do.

Or don’t.

 

Fear cripples.

It robs

It steals

Potential

It makes us weak

It takes crowns from kings.

 

it makes a pen a sword

and a heart a void

it makes us quiet

when we need to be loud

it makes us passive when we need to be rowdy.

 

Fear is songless in a heart that wants to sing.

 

Fear is what takes the golden from silence

So that it’s just silence

As in

Nothing is happening.

 

Of all the things that I know that I know

You

I can never tell

Why you won’t take

What’s yours

Your crown

Your birthright

Your divine right life

 

You let it sit next to you

But you won’t put it on

You walk beside it and gawk

But you won’t wear it

You refuse

 

Fear

Quiet

Silence

Is golden

Or can be

Should be

Reflective

Not just nothing

But it is

With you

And it’s not

Because

I know you’re quiet with me

Because

You’re asleep

Not awakened

A slave

To your fear

To your gift

you fight off

all your good

With

Your quiet

afraid to be free

awake

adorned

To just be

Who you are

with me

To be

Who you were born

to

Be…

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