Silence

She opened her eyes. The darkness hadn't
stopped but she had let Silence
immerse,
surround,
engulf,
enshroud.
Silence had told her of eternities of delirious
music. The courtiers danced at
their masquerades-
the Princess and the
Shoemaker;
the Peasant and the
Chambermaid.
The black-clothed figure asked each,
in turn,
if she could have this
dance.
Together they waltzed
into Silence. "Don't be afraid,"
she said, "I promise that you will
awake tomorrow, somewhere."


What makes the music? The sound?
The Silence? The rush of semi-quavers
blackly upanddowning horizontally,
left to right? Or the
space
within which they
d
a
n
c
e
?