Siilence

Plunged in your head
Black as the solitude of the time
Pill inside a skull
you feel mute
and the possibility of being escapes from you

(there is no silence without you)

you were saying your innermost thoughts
separated from light and sounds
a miserable condition,
absence in senses and nothing
stupid impalpable silence
he listens ... he listens
with ears to the world
finishes with this distance and
allows you to concentrate on every tone
nourish them
that alone silence is a forward step

(left side, right hand, arrives ...)

under the sensation of your body
present
I accept the usefulness that is beauty.

ROSAMARIA JOOS ©2006
Translated by Mark L. Melcher