If language were liquid it would be rushing in...
But instead here we are
in silence more eloquent than any word
could ever be
These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
to catch the blur in the brain
that flies by
and is gone...


I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
Beyond all consequences
Let's go back to the building
on little West 12th
It is not far away and the river is there
And the sun and the spaces
are all laying low
And we'll sit in the silence
that comes rushing in
and is gone...


I won't use words again, they don't mean what I meant
They don't say what I said
It's just the crust of the meaning with realms underneath
Never touched, never stirred
Never even moved through
If language were liquid it would be rushing in
But instead here we are
in a silence more eloquent
than any word could ever be
And is gone...
gone
gone
And is gone

-Suzanne Vega