Speechless and profound;
Lips are moving,
But I hear no sounds.
It's just an act,
And nothing more
To distract you from the pieces
I fall to in the floor.

Moving hands and waving lips,
But still no sound, no utterance, no verbal slip.

Speechless, and profound it is,
How words you've stolen;
How quiet it is
When love has hold of tongue in cheek,
And words alone can't support the weak.