Poetry archive from the mental hospital

What silence sounds like (a rant)

Play symphonies with your tongue.
Your screaming silence is bitter and hot.
It is honey in my brain, slowly soaking my psyche with sticky unknown. Flow in and out, tease with your tantalizing speech, murder with your void.
I beg you to sing infinities, you crush my dreams ardently.
I miss your breath. I shout louder than ever to occupy the hollow cave you left behind.
Feel the way my pain echos to the ether.
Do you remember when we harmonized?
I'm carrying both parts now.
It's heavy like the summits in your hands
Those stamped knuckles that spoke when you didn't.
It's all gone now.
Silence sounds like roaring mice.
It's the shatter of boiling water.
The narrows in my head flood with pain.
Your voice isn't the only thing that can borrow this space.
There are daggers in your smile, they never go away.
Blank-faced and I still see you. 

What exists between two dreams? This is where I'm living, and still I couldn't say. Would it be so cruel if I asked you to stay another day?
On the shores of poems and pianos, I will rest. Come to me when you are ready. It is loud here, leave your silence at the door.