Hush. You there, be quiet now. Hush.
Hush. Not another sound. Hush.
Hush. Not a word from me. Hush.
Hushed and still and silent...Hushed.
Hush. A voice screams. Hush.
Hush. There is no sound. Hush.
Hush. Listen hard, a heart murmurs. Hush.
Hush. A silent waif crying in the dark...Hushed.
Hush. Still. Broken. Downed. Hushed.
Hushed. Eyes, dark and angry. Hushed.
Hushed. A single tear...A furious torrent. Hushed.
Hushed. No words, spoken. A spirit, broken. Hushed
Hushed. Curled up in a corner. Hushed.
Hushed. A pen in a thin, pale hand. Hushed.
Hushed. A waltz of ink, an empty page. Hushed.
But the words, silently flowing, a rage, no longer glowing...Hushed
Hushed. Rank with fear and pain. Hushed.
Hushed. A dream whirling down a drain. Hushed.
Hushed. Not silenced. Words. Written bright and clear...Hush.
Listen...The Song of the Hushed whispers in the rain...
'Of wings and words and dancing milkweed seeds...'
