Music of the Night
A deep silence in a close dark room.A woman and a man play together the music of the night.No sun,no light,just darkness,two souls and a single melody.
And I like to hear you singing along with the silence, closed in our dark room in the middle of the day.
Those little red bows that tied the chandeller keep falling on the ground while your fingertips cross the piano keys
With the sound of a million nights.
I’m pale and cold and I wish I could hear you say that you still love when the hot blood run through my skin and warms my skin in a soft pink shade.
I like the music of the night, you like the silence and the dark. I want to run on the green grass under the sun, but you refuse the single light of an only candle. You hide behind that hideous mask of distortion from where you don’t want to leave.
And I try, once again, to step into your side and see if I finally can be that someone who shares the same mask, with the silence and the dark,and play with you the music of our own night.
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