I

I was a banana tree when I was a boy 

It was the only time I got onto a stage

I had nothing to say

You will tell me too 

After these many years

That I have nothing to say

How can one love then

If one cannot say

Anything

Don’t look at me!

I told you I don’t know how to say. Anything.

I know how to be a banana tree though

To be there. In my lasting silence. But there

I can sway a little

From side to side

If that helps?