The moon and stars in a duet

The moon and stars in a duet Are whispering across the sky with a quill. I've never been a poet, yet I quietly take in all around me, still. And moonlight, with a tranquil gaze, Will open secrets that from eyes are tenderly concealed, and close by there's only wind as music for us. I don't forge patterns out of words, but in my heart there's something like an ocean. And every moment I live full throttle… And this gift was given me from above. I write down words. Across the sky, sparks from nowhere in the dark. Dreams hurry off to melt away in this soundless emptiness. And a quiet call, brushing the ear, Will leave a clear trace in the heart. So not a poet — no words, no sound. I see… and others don't…