Still

Thoughts spill from strangers ears,
Falling slowly towards the earth.
There is nothing worth seeing,
There is nothing worth feeling.
But hearing your words
Stops the bleeding.

Words are carrying to the mountain's peak,
Crossing the birds and the streams.
There is nothing above.
And nothing below.
But the space is not empty
And void.

My world is crashing,
Towards the cold, dark abyss.
There is no light,
No warmth to be found.
Except for the beating of you heart
As I whisper "I love you".

And all seems to be still once again.