our world ripening like a tall tree
stands bare even in the spring
peaceful and calm at the end of it.
learn it everyday, silent and vast
dust settles, the silence is so deep.
not so loudly, not talk so much.
we are in a tiny closet, a bridge to cross
see in your eyes the note and the chord.
the wind ruffles, the bend in the road
we have lost in words, in our thoughts.