Silence depth of pain and exile of love

Silence talk without content

The silent not fold me

But what goes on around us is not worth talking 

We took pleasure in silence.........

We became still, fearing the secret might part our lips.

We thought that in words laid an unseen ghoul,

crouching, hidden by the letters from the ear of time.

We shackled the thirsty letters,

we forbade them to spread the night for us

As a cushion, dripping with music, dreams,

and warm cups.