Try a Painting

If I was going to write you song
it would be in a minor key
and tell of masks and irreverence
and a veil through which
I could not see

If I was going to write you a letter
it would be sealed with unwilling hands
and contain stories of my dismantled heart
and how yours was not involved
since the very start

If I was going to write you a poem
because prose and speech failed long ago
it would not be worth writing
because even if you understood
you will never know