Rheadiculous

Every word she says is silent

Every word a movement of her hands

A never ending interlude of motion only few take the time to understand

And though she’ll never hear there telephone ring

And though she’ll never hear the children sing

And though she cries and never hears or says a word

There is something beautiful about her silence

 

Every word she says in rhythm

Every word she says with pain

A never ending hidden truth about their childhood, singing all the words of Jade

And though she’ll never know what Jade is thinking

Though she never play her music loud enough for her to hear

The masquerade of pain she’s singing

Her silent childhood sibling is the only one who hears

 

Sister can you hear the silence

Burn the bridges and the crosses that we’ve made

Sister can you read the signs

And hear the world sing in all the shades of Jade

Hear the world sing in all the shades of Jade

 

Silence is a fear that she’ll never know

Burn down distant bridges let the ashes blow

Faux tears is a song that she’ll never know

Burn down distant bridges let the ashes blow

 

Though she’ll never hear her voice, though she’ll never cry a tear

The singer sings her pain, and Jade cries all her tears

 

Sister can you hear the silence

Burn the bridges and the crosses that we’ve made

Sister can you read the signs

And hear the world sing in all the shades of Jade

 

Every word she says in silence

Every word her hands have made

And every song the singer sings is in reliance

On all the shades of Jade