Rending

Sometimes it rains,
pouring on the ground.
When the heart breaks,
it makes no sound.

No one ever hears
the murmur or crack.
Casual eyes do miss
this invisible attack.

Pent storm of emotions,
knows no bound.
When the heart breaks,
it makes no sound.

Shattered glasses reflect
scattered images of joy.
Who may then resurrect
life in the earthen toy?

Who reveals the way
to treasures, not found?
When the heart breaks
it makes no sound.