Without Words

Without words it all began.
Without words, the Reykjavik houses fell into a cold grey sea;
each room beckoning a smile and a tear;
falling, falling away.
Without words,
seagulls danced with terns forgetting who they were.
Long before words, there was your heartbeat when my
notes fell upon a canvas of colour that my soul created.
Without words, the storm began
with
ice like shattered pieces of glass falling against my face in the
night.
Without time, words became entangled and lost in the snow.
Without the wind, the dream ended
and life began to die.