Semi quaver of Petals

Semi quaver of Petals


If my feelings were expressed by roses,
the garden would be an orchestra
of divine melodies,
the buttons would not wither,
they would flow to each dawn
like a harmonic chord.
The thorns, a calm song.
It pauses. A semi breve,
a semi quaver of petals.
Silence. The flowers vibrate chords.
A melody is born in my soul.
I do not know any more who I am.
Petal,
rose,
chord?

Mirror

Mirror


Only the darkness reflects us
like indifferent souls
the pain that the near one feels