quiet, so quiet
nowhere to hide in silence
leaving doors open

sliver
yes, to be aware
of the breeze across my skin
brilliant yellow wings

waves
I become the sea
in a rising tide of sound
lightly brush your shore
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Glass: Violin Concerto - Mvt. 2, Takuo Yuasa: Ulster Orchestra

why
dropped into silence
who do I write these words for?
they are part of me