without a sound

Sapling to a tree

I have it inside me.

Beginnings of an end, friends of a friend

Are all in the air floating around,

Playing a tune, without a sound.

Staying in time 

It remains the same.

Space is old, just blocked in the frame

Roots that live for the branches to bend

Are all inside me covered in a mound,

Painting a hiss, without a sound.