Heart Songs

There was a time
when we closed our mouths
listened with our hearts
wide open;
dust pooling out
of archaic corners
from within shipwrecked vessels.
Our hearts listened then
to the faintest murmurings
at the bottom of the depths:
songs lodged there that had
become echoes.
I heard your echoes and you heard mine.
and we laid them to rest
beneath the mud, and lulled them to
sleep with our new songs.

But we look at each other today.
Mouths wide open.
The old echoes rising up and
drowning those songs we created together.