To Converse

I sit with you in sorrow,

Your words rush through me as mine rush through you,

I pick my words for greatest effect,

How do you choose yours?

Do you favour beauty or hilarity?

Is the gruesome secret of existence present in you?

Or is life a gilded petal, floating on shores of mercury?

Tell me not in so many words, one or two shall suffice.

As music bears souls, words bear life