A twist of the lips

A snort of the nose

And suddenly the temperature dips

The icy flint of the eyes

A smile through pursed lips

Hands crossed across the chest

A back that’s rigid

You see what you don’t want to hear

It is put across loud and clear

A smile that widens from ear to ear

A twinkle of the eye

Instantly you feel wanted

And are glad you are here

Head held high

A panther’s gait

A toss of the mane

And you now know the word ‘vain’

The word not spoken goes not quite unheard

These subtle gestures often speak pages more than words

A word not spoken touches us, as music does the mind

You do not have to speak to be heard, is what they remind