the sound of silence
pulls the pen to paper now,
one lamp, my night-friend,

and the evening comes
like a soft, bewitching song
through my head, away…

strings recreate sound.
i cannot hold it for long
in my wrinkled palm.

it seeps through the cracks,
drips onto the page and bleeds
through several layers.

light, ethereal
i never owned it at all,
night inspiration?

call it lucky ink,
and the sound of silence rings,
one lamp, my night-friend.

"...Music, I'll call it music. It's what we need

as the sun staggers behind the low gray clouds

blowing relentlessly in from that nameless ocean,

the calm and endless one I've still to cross."

from Call It Music by Philip Levine

image by Zaria Forman

Love

simplicity

  balance

    CHRIST

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