Soundlessly
It flies across the tile-plated roof
Sticking to its usual manner
With feeble reverberations
That dissolve into the air
Indistinctly
Beyond the mountain
The sunshine showers in all directions
And onto the cyan-colored slab-stone
Have swarmed countless insects
For whom a ditty can be a perfect lullaby
And as the mist rises
The elusive shadows
Vanish reluctantly but irresistibly
As twilight descends
I push open the heavy wooden door
Gazing at the sky of serenity
I feel the impulse to say something
But find myself unable
