S-t-a-y

There it spoke something -
Short, yet vague within
Angled it stood to be taken,
Some letters grasped, some forsaken.
Waited quietly on your glass pane -
Voicing silently our alphabets in vain
Some songs are yet to be sung,
Other poems slept clung.

From a corner of your eye,
You heard some noise as it try,
To break the silence of a mind
To gather language from behind.
The paper fluttered once more -
Painting contours of your sore,
As lights went lo’
Drifting and slow.

Holding it on,
You sat rocking for long
Time kept counting your moves
Skipping memoirs that disapproves.
Knocking answers grew wild
Some subdued, yet none mild.

Hold me new
Make me old
Cover me warm
In every fold
Now we laugh
Then we cry
What’ll happen?
If we stop our try
In all your forms
In every way
I feel like saying
Will you stay?