Brushing Blue Upon Blue

I'm starting to understand you a little.
The first time watching you play and move
left only confusion.
I didn't want to see moments of quiet,
or of standing still,
dead time to my eyes.

I almost walked away
but sound called me back
with those fascinating rhythyms.
And in listening, I began to see...

The silence, the dark moments
were more jaring than the noise,
stripping the heart maskless.
It went deeper
where I didn't expect to feel.

The light moments, the craziness, still bring joy
but I am called back
more
by that pulse beneath the sounds.

You revealed my own silence, my own darkness
that wrench of pain
of standing alone.
But even then,
while still echoing with the strife and tension,
they all begin to ease...
Softened by the touch of knowledge
that someone else felt the same
and could see.