I want to reach in and heal the pain, I see your feeling,

I don't know if I can but you're worth the time and worth the healing,

The problem is right now you speak in a tongue that can't be heard,

Of all the words to understand, the hardest one's the silent word.

 

It's the word that exists only in the spaces between the others,

It occupies the jaws of the pause between one word and another,

Only audible if you listen really hard for the things that are not said, 

Not a sound but like the ground between the footprints where you don't tread.

 

But like the ground it's the canvas that your footprints punctuate,

The off-beat that completes the neat symphony you orchestrate,

So while I demonstrate and substantiate I've heard the words conferred,

I concentrate on the substrate trying to translate your silent word.