A poem not to miss

He says. She says.
He said, now he has stopped.
She said, now she has stopped.
He needs to heal.
She wants him to heal.
There is silence.
She offers him this music.
He says. Nothing.
She says. Nothing.
Alone, they listen to all these Says.
Because, they just can't say.
How much they care, how much they see.
It is only the music that says...
They care, they see.
What they say!

Nils Frahm - Says