The street seems lonely,empty, bleak.
Deep silence, like a cloud, envelops us.
And if I met a person, would they speak?
Or merely through their posture let thoughts leak?
We give ourselves away by how we talk
And by our facial muscles ,loose or tight.
Some folk like a stealthy cane may stalk.
Some folk emit a gentle,glowing light.
Most communication is not made in words
But clothing,speech and movement each can talk
And by these images our hearts are stirred
Supreme importance hangs on how we walk!
So if I answer you in hastiness,
Be sure deep in my heart I wish to bless
After the funeral was over
How my heart sings 