The raindrops are too numerous to count.
Landscapes display their sorrow on the glass.
Fragility is lucid, shattering.
Small worlds are falling, who can put them back?
We try to hold together what is lost,
But song cannot be mended with a touch.
Silence is broken and no human hands
Have skill enough to make the difference.
Previously published, The World Poet's Quarterly, China
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-is-broken/
