Silent secrets.

It is like watching a butterfly struggling free of the cocoon,

escaping in fluttering flight, before another’s eyes witness.

It is like discovering a hidden and secluded spring,

cloaked in the depths of a lonely forest,

cool waters softly streaming over slate and shale.

Like an untamed and haunting melody,

sure to touch the heart of any listener,

kept mute, only alive within the fruitful mind of the masterful musician.

It is a secret, silent and concealed.

Something beautiful, blissful and exquisite

held quietly, intimately within, for no other to behold.

It is a dagger,

honed to a fatal edge.

Held too close to ones own heart.