The Artist Challenge - Silence

My Mime

The green park in the city.

I watch from behind the tree.

He is a mime among the crowd.

I can see him, he can't see me.

As he tells them their stories,

With graceful and moving hands,

Gestures, dances of expression,

They fall silent and mesmerized.

His is a listening world

Of the ancient pantomime,

To inspire rich imagery,

Creating illusions unseen.

Though in his eyes, a sadness,

That I alone am aware.

How could he know that I so care?

For now it has become the time.

The people have gone away.

I step from behind the tree,

And then slowly he turns toward me.

Smiling shyly, I walk to him.

"I have been waiting to ask,

Why are you also so sad?"

"Since I have been waiting for you."

Hands touch and we sit quietly.

He is a mime among the crowd.

...He is my mime.

© 2010 Sarah Donnellan

These were done for the 'Silence' theme this month. Please have a look at other member's amazing artwork and writings at The Artist Challenge and The Inferno.