Whisper

faintly danced the sound in air

a slight vibration to break

the silent room

a mere draft, or was it

more than merely a

shrugged off answer

of that unknown

but came again the brush

of sound through the air

a stronger breath 

voiced louder now to

know the unknown

that much clearer

in its mystery

as it trickled past

the right ear and down

the shoulder

a turn to find

the wall of books in

all their calming binds

yet the whispering

words arose from

these tomes

to raise a rise and

pull a lure hither there

that faintly danced in the air

at first and then a mighty wind

the rush of words

the creaking bind

the reach into unholy divine

and through the pages

drawn into, then silence fell

the book as well

in the vacant room