Silence Makes Noise

Heartbeat arrhythmic 
Dusk, warm melting dusk 
Large room immensely high 
All around crowded porcelain 
Charming figures of glass 
Ballerinas shepherds popes 
Alchemic dreadful spells 
Wild formulas of the sorcerers 
Magical triangles 
Little green drowned man 
Old brown big leather-bound books 
Stuffed birds 
The swords long double-edged 
And the gorgets of gold 
The bats, withered roses 
Memories of childhood 
Voiceless broken flutes 
The devils, the saints, the clowns 
Dismal regiments of toy soldiers 
Awkward silhouettes of stone creatures 
Humdrum litanies of drunk-eyes gods 
Agamous devout knights in steel 
Paper masks and white flowers 

Dirty paintings blurred 
Amongst all those 
Slender shape of limp old man 

Playing the clavicord 
Old yellowed clavicord 

Playing incessantly eternally 

Persisting the immortal smile at white lips 
Immersed in the soft reverie 
Of this warm evening 

And the odd crowd packed all around 
Is listening still 
Nobly 
Subtly