Deep Silence

Deep silence interrupted by a brutal storm... wind lashing, buckets of rain pouring; lamp-posts were lit at four, as dakness advanced with haste! The brick-paved square, where the artists gathered to display their talents is empty and desperately laments; the struggling musicians don't play the flute and the violin... seeking attention and sympathy, but the desolation adds to their imagery! How sad is for the painters to put their brushes away in wooden cases... when the inspiration was at its peak; pitifully watch the pigeons, drenched and shaking, with nothing to eat... kindly offer them what they seek! Deep silence descended on the gloomy town, once enbued by passion and thrilled emotion... now no longer present; the perfumed peach trees in bloom have been stripped of their soft petals... to embellish the deserted,glittering streets! Listen...an harmonica is playing at close distance, to up-lift the low spirits subdued by doom!