i sit and wait but the clocks have stopped moving the books have stopped speaking and the house is quiet as the rock upon which it sits i am still as water in a pail sad as an overcast sky that cannot rain cold as a candle that does not burn if only i had planted seeds instead of stones if only God would speak the warmth of his breath would melt the ice that has formed inside my chest if only you had been here maybe I would be singing to the rhythm of a different clock as it is, silence steals my voice and i am blinded by the light that shines from your face if only you had been here