Another Story of Silence

How spirits kiss in silence
through those years of turbulence
Walk they on bare soles
Talk they soul to soul
to climb the hill of history
though orchestra would play no symphony

How blessed-beauty a bloody lake of injury!
Which hearts would house this kind of story?
Even lips and tongues too shy to confess
that's greatest grace
May be only these fingers and palm
would wish to narrate such CALM CHARM

So from silence to silence
in the warm winter
in the snowy summer
they build another castle
of silence

with silence
for silence
till another silence

                                       yogyakarta: 2005
                                       neny mariani suhardiyah