Silence falling off of the rafters, making room for
the melodies being pounded out one after another in
deliberate fashion.
A wonderful occasion of betterment, waiting on the
sidelines for something good to happen.
Bringing me onto a platform of desire on most nights
while alone.
For now, silence is falling off of the rafters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem