Until the moment
Turns into nostalgia
Two poets speak
Without words

Your mere glance
Expresses emotions
I could only dream of capturing
With plain letters

Your silent smile
Rests on my lips
You wear my love
On yours

The silence
Is our only witness
When our hearts vow
Without metaphors or similes

and the way
Your hand searches for mine
In the stillness of the night
… wordless poetry.

© Noora


A weary heart hides
Within the shadows of ebony
Still waiting for the pianist
To place her fingertips
On the ivory keys
And pierce
The deafening silence
Of an unwhispered goodbye
With a melody that a heart
Wishes to hear
In order to sing again

Unspoken words haunt me
I will listen to them
I will interpret them
I will cherish them
They will eventually heal me
When I learn
How to compose music
Out of silence

© Noora

The Absence

In your absence
I am nothing
But the melancholy
Of unspoken words

Like a forgotten song
Your heart
Used to sing
With a poetic tone

The precious shades
Of our dawn
Turned into the sunset
Of our love
And you vanished
Into the silence

Where I am nothing
But a distant heartbeat
Or even a fading echo

But the melancholy
Of unspoken words
In your absence

© Noora (2012)

Photograph: Teija