A Scene

Night's exploding silence Abets the heaving weight, There's a knife overhead, A rope under the sink. Unexplainable, pristine, Insects are on the floor As an airplane passes by And silence consumes it too. Thought is faster than words Love is not seen in silence A mice is gnawing the wall to create a hole, And silence consumes it too. The artificial wind Gives breath to the cobwebs, Silence must find stillness, In this burning house..