Silence in the night, a temporary death of the city.
Paintings hung up on walls; are to keep the quiet , ear piercing screams of blankness at bay.
Steadily, the moon arises, shining moodily over the river that silently whispers upon the stones.
Porcelain limbs swim in dark- contrasted silk sheets; trusting the closed doors to zip up their secrets.
Tides kissing the shore; capturing more feelings than the shrill ring of wedding bells.
Lingering, floating words shifting in the air, wrap around the heart like a vice; and leaves the mind in want.
Lanky, delicate fingers play the soft tune of Moonlight Sonata..
Letting the piano's voice sing to those hushed souls.