Only Letters, No Words

The letters began to convene,
Though the words are fading-
Trailing off onto the line.

The chronicles of my life
I started to scribble in forms
Of letters, once,
Are now filled with
Blank pages.
The books are deserted
Of the assembly of words
Only to become
A bound collection
Of emptiness,
A hollow box of papers.

How do letters hang
On the strings
Of lines
To form real words?
How do words conquer
The empty pages
To bind a book?

Is there a word with no letter,
Or a way to utter
A thought
With no word,
Only with letters?