Silent Song

#5 Silent song

Used to hate
wind humming in my head,
till she silently sang
the entire sleeping car.
We were not going,
not mourning,
getting run over by trams
and gigantic ants.
The burst of silence
echoing in patterns,
the flight of a myriad
against the twilight.
Untying the shoelaces
hiding from the
deepest wells,
blocking the lacrimal canals.