Untitled Song

I wrote this song the other day. The music has changed a couple times, but I need to sit down at the organ and get it down. I don’t have a title yet for it, but if you have any suggestions, I’ll gladly hear them.

I’m writing a letter
  Filled with words which
Can’t make it past my lips,
  But come to life
When, dripping from the nib,
  Fall on cotton.

Crafting a melody
  Conveying moods
My face cannot display,
  But come come to life
When, singing from the strings,
  Float in the air.

You won’t get the message.
  Won’t hear a word.
That conversation will not
  Occur for us.
Communication fails.
  The silence wins.

Edit: I’ve completed the music for this song, and I hope to get a recording up soon.