FUGUE

Hidden behind your screen of silence
you see nor hear
what you have walled out
the bells still toll at dusk and dawn
the incense unfailingly waft up
mingle with nothingness
the dew soaked petals slowly
darken and shrivel on the silver tray
the faithful unwavering offers
questions again and again
"what prompts your fugue?
with what can your return one tempt?"
the adored sits in stoical silence
speechless and unmoved...