Hearing silence

By rosa pinea

The sound of silence, yet not so silent
Flying through the threshold
Weaving through my wall of confinement
Soft harmonic notes lazily float into my ear
One by one, come so far

Silent breeze wistfully carrying secrets
Held so tight by the trees so old
My heart slowly beating
Melodic charms as the small hand moves

The silver squeaking chair below
Somehow confined in its rejection
The melody last heard
Trapped within my head
Addicting and annoying

So concludes
My frozen moment
Placid