Still they speak in whispers of the intangible
Silver shadows crawling over the night-soaked walls
Fall silent when I raise my head to listen.
There in the gaps they watch the long hours pass
And fade with the morning, return at dusk
With new stories to tell in a forgotten tongue.
Storms raging behind a soundproof wall
When the room is silent, I’ll know they’ve gone.
A single word would spare me the ceaseless whispers
And send away the shadows to ride the crest of a new storm.
Even now they crawl overhead
Clinging to the dark, to each other
Where the night grants passage to a far-off dawn
Paying me no attention but to fall silent
When I raise my head to listen.
This is why I fall asleep with music on every night.