​Each Pause

Hearing for the first time

The effect of the silence

That come in those moments 

When words are needed most

There is no set dialogue

Yet the spaces between 

Where nothing is said

Would continue to echo

And the high pitch reverb

Holds in its nothingness

The cause for each pause 

Which becomes necessary 

Open for interpretation

Is what was not spoken

But is obviously evident

Yet clearly void of words 

Things often left unsaid

And those rightly stated

Where the palpable pause

Rings in unfamiliar decibels 

Eliminating the pretenses 

With the language of mute

While alternate voices

Relay deeper messages
Ria 2017