The Stage of Silence
Silence so very silent, peace to all.
Scent of ash stuffs the nose and clogs it so
In peace the stage is not. It brings a dull,
Severed blade to war dread'n a' virtuoso.
Still the stage is calm, for no one is up
Wait patiently I do in the center.
A crumb of bread found in bijou cup
Stale it tastes, for rats did not favor.
Then I see.. I see it, saying “approach,
Approach, you will become ghastly a like.”
It was my turn at last, up to the branch,
my crowd was deaf, filled with crows. It did strike.
That of which I can not say. I feel gray.
Known it shall for today is my last day.