silence


there is a quite little village
on top of a hill,
where rabbits hide away
in odd holes and corners

piles of yellow leaves and big stones.
the wind sneak in under closed windows

there you walk
on wet airy grass
a thought seems to trouble you
i remain silent

birds,
they open their eyes wide
and tremble on the brink of tears
two candles bloom in a vast dark room.
black wings beating and grey ghosts of rain sigh.

there you walk
on wet airy grass
a thought seems to trouble you
i remain silent