A Solo Duet

A nondescript shuffle of feet
Entwined in coal and bodiless hairs
Keep shuffling and moving
To the beat of no rhythms
But to words and silent songs

Whilst hands shift to clap
To no tune or beat
They speak volumes to preachers
And friends alike

Though once in months passed
A voice once prowled the air
Its effervescence thins into
Mist or steam (as others would know it)

So hearts and mouths now talk
The tunes barely distinguished through books
But flutes and drums still cascade
Through ears with a startling resonance:
An orchestra for a solo tourist