Speak something if you must. Else say naught, and let your silence fill my heart. It's melody ring in my ears, Your presence fill my soul. What kind of a traveller are you, who rang the bell and walked away? Indeed I came running at the door. The verandah was vacant, the lantern hung low. I sat at the porch, eyes hurt as they looked for your sign in the horizon. The blue sky turned crimson, violet, black and shone again at dawn. But you would not return. For the love I hold. Or the stories untold. Because you do not care.