When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


The refusal

A ghost-face against the silence that keeps playing that song haunts me…

Is the music an effect of the vision? Or does the song draw this ethereal face note by note?

I close my eyes seeking quietness, darkness.

The song acts as a snake biting its own tail.

I break the silence with my voice: Aaaahh!

… No change …

I know the ghost. It is you and it is me. Or you and not me.

I try to forget this colossal memory, again.

The song refuses to end.