Piano Within A Slow Motion Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

i crave a silence
silent made of the clouds
the clouds moved in the rain
droplets
absorbed into the ground
motherland
mother who ran with bare legs
is there the scent of the flowers?
maybe there’re birds trapped
sleeping in a vacuum
then go back home
in the season made of grass
you're playing in a dream
you can’t back home
in the memories of love
in the grain of sand in hands
abandoned by the beach goes
goes a long way
i wanna go home
homeless in a silence
within a slow motion
piano played by hand
you're not playing around
so in a love
hold me in my sleep