The Auction

There was an auction,
Of a type that was never heard.
The occasion was kept secret,
So that nobody could attend.
A heart was put on sale,
Truly it was an artifact to be sold.
The seller gave the sign,
Waiting for the first bid to arrive.
He heard no word, no voice,
Not even a whisper in disguise.
He hoped sharpening his ears,
Making himself alert as he waited.
He breathed,
"Priceless, priceless, priceless".
And carefully said,
"Sold".
He picked up the heart with a sigh,
Left the place without a quibble.
An angel appeared in his dream that night,
And explained "worthless".