Stillness of the Frame

The music roars

bouncing off walls.

Heels click,

voices tangle up, 

plates clatter, 

glass rings, 

and camera flashes.

The room spins 

with laughter and tears.

Yet a picture frame steadies 

against the wall. 

Its stillness hums

louder than a song.

Its glass absorbing the chaos.

Corners sharp

and edges rigid.

How can anyone dance?

How can they laugh?

When every sound fractures

against the calm it holds.

All this while I only desire 

to see your lively heart.

Yet that quietness radiates from the frame.

Filling the party with a silence 

No sound can break.