Speak to me. Your body is music in motion, even when you are still. So be still. Breathe in, so that I might witness your beauty, with every bit of time I consume when I blink. Speak to me, you do in ways I cannot understand. The less I try, the more astounded I befall. For you, I give my all. Speak to me, so I might savor the words that sail off your lips. Even though we do not speak, our minds race of things to say that are left unsaid. Speak to me, you do in ways I cannot understand. The less I try, the more astounded I befall. For you, I give my all.