the union of silence

the bound lift their hands and the chains rise
clanging and bouncing off each other
in a dance of bondage wanting to be free
and a symphony lays within the links
though the dungeon holds their sous in isolation
like a score holds the music
around which the dancers dance

for a while all seems lost until a baby's born
who knows only to cry when the chained dare not
who daily long with each other for some open heart
some crack in the facade of humanity presumed sane
but lost behind words of kindness limited to a few

what music is made in the union of silence
until what is longed for breaks as a surprise instantly expected
when survivors walk free with loose hanging smiles
beneath eyes wondering why it took so long