silenced

after i heard that ‘shut up’

right inside my ear

suddenly

an invisible monster

a formless fear

entered my abode

and silenced

my tattered couches

and the cushions

that continuously echoed

and re-echoed

those foot-falls of your soft feet

now i continue to float

with the music of your silence

sounds instructing my soul

dancing your songs

even after you had left

at the day’s end

the old man’s house is bereft

of a constantly chirping bird

in whose eyes hung my hope

giving me direction

for my remaining distance

to cope with courage

my pilgrimage to heaven’s gate

that final bed warm and soft

requiring no brain

to discern

to stop at red

henry victor                  12.02.2013