Lost for Words

I feel like I should write something. 
But I am lost for words. 
The birds have their song, 
trees rustle, 
the ocean still crashes with a roar in the distance.. 
But I am lost for words. 

It is a shame the universe has no pen. 
Nor language to communicate. 
Because I am lost for words. 
There is a silent echo, where my voice should be. 
A thunderous nothing, where once was song. 
For I am lost for words. 

The clock’s tick mocks me. 
As does the faint background chatter of insects. 
They all seem so loud. 
But I am lost for words. 
Even this soulless computer, clicks and whizzes 
with abandon, and seeming glee. 
While I am lost for words. 

The bell tolled. A death knell.  
The world spun, the universe in chorus. 
But I was lost for words. 
Sometimes, there are none.