In The World Of Words

We dwell in the world of words, 

Your sound is the stroke 

painting contours of me,

Each blank space is the pause you make.

Deftly you play 

the play of light and shade,

with silence and syllable,

rendering color and grey.

Secretly I know 

I'm in the frame left alone,

When there's nothing more to say.

- leenah.