Chimes Of Silence

All the chimes of silence,
Melodies in dim light
Resound in a trance
With the stars of the night

A wall of souvenir,
A forgotten window
Strike a far away tune
On the living clavier
Of life, and old songs go
Back to silence immune.

Days are short; emptiness
Fills another measure
Of perhaps a sadness...
The minute is so pure

And all day long I hear
A multitude of chimes...
The silence rings so clear
On the crystal of times.

The chimes of silence are so high
Soaring above the glory and
The hope of Spring.

by Maryse Elot

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