It is not a word, by Sara Teasdale

George Enescu - Balada pentru vioara op. 4A

It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,

But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.


from poemhunter.com

Gulls, by Helen Bascand

George Enescu - Romanian Rhapsody

I can't forget
how I told you they were there
outside your window -

two of them
because your soul seemed heavy
tied to your hospital bed -

I was drifting
looking away from your face
and I mentioned

how blue was this sky. I told you
the gulls were white and bewitching

and they made flying look
.....................................easy


from Into the Vanishing Point (Steele Roberts, 2007)