Silence weighs heavily on the mind,
And pierces the night like a samari sword.
Surrounded by darkness and stillness,
Amazed at how deafening the silence can be.
Smoke rises from a solitary ember,
To meet the smoke that escapes parched lips.
And together they dance on the wind,
Like translucent ballerinas in flight.
The woodgrain in the walls come alive,
Like ancestral paintings in forgotten lairs.
Thousands of faces emerge and stare,
As if they know some ancient secret.
The quiet breeze through the window,
Slowly becomes a familiar melody.
Like a chorus of fairies singing a lullaby,
So the world can sleep in peace.