The Night’s Silence


I sat in the stillness
Waiting for the last of the crickets to leave

When the night was quiet
When even the ghosts were asleep

I let my body become a harmony
And my wrists a violin

And just like that I struck my bow
Again
And again
And again
And until I didn't have the courage to go on

Once again, I sat in the stillness
Waiting for the last of the audience to disappear

When the night was silent
When I went asleep

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