You are the Poetry

If I am a poet, you are the poetry.

You are the silence between each letter,

The quiet from which every word is born,

And I am the patient hand that gathers them into verse.

You are the melodies that linger in empty rooms, And I am the auricles fit to perceive them.

If I am the page,

You are the ink that gives shape to the stillness.

Without you, every word remains a letter, begging for composition.