When dreams shatter do we hear the sound
like when a pane of glass breaks
or does it merely hurt
like when the pane rips through your skin
When plans fail do we hear our heart cry
like when a dear one hurts us and our tears drip
or does the heart silently whimper
like an abused child in the corner of a room
When life falls like a bird with slashed wings
Do we hear the violent fluttering
or just a drift landing
on soft earth waiting with arms outstretched