the veil

there is a saying in what passes and it is not said. There is a variation of the music in your eyes. A quiet not ever humble, but awaiting thought of the potential closeness in a little corner, of a distant universe, of our minds. When our minds collapse, when our thoughts make up for words unspoken, when the symphony of business vocals, of ambition and laughter is wrapped in a veil to see, to keep, to guard inside. A veil that hides nothing else but closeness.