unsilenced voices

Stained chapstick lips
Against
Brilliant blue skies
Moving 
Without sound.
Crystal clear eyes filling with tears
Eyelashes wet
Mouth screaming words
That nobody hears.
The crowds creep in
Harsh and unforgiving,
Their ears clogged by life.
Bright blue jeans in a cloud of black and white
Slender hands pleading
Listen
Listen
To the unsilenced voices.
Then the last words fall into 
The echoing noise of silence.
The last period
Compressing lungs
As those lovely lips struggle for breath.

Then slowly
Someone begins to clap.
And those iridesent irises clear
Because someone bothered to listen.