A vision left its seed
planted in my brain
sifting glimpses of interior life
in the sounds of silence.
I walked alone down narrow streets
absorbed by hypnotic stray thought
my eyes stabbed by a neon light
changing destinies like switching clothes
that touched the sound of silence.
I saw talking without speaking.
People you could have known.
Hearing without listening.
Reading pulp fiction by the lamp.
Writing songs to escape.
disturb the sound of silence.
In that silence
like silent raindrops
darkness enfolds on itself
My chest tightens
I wished to my marrow I had spoken
in the wells of silence.
© Raili Tanska
A Cento entwined from the words of –
Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel
In Silence by Candice Daquin of the featheredsleep