Silver white screen, above
my eyes, my head and me.
The bodies move like corpses with sound,
but I hear nothing as you tap me on the shoulder
bearing words of love
I once knew
the movement of these persons
furthering away to reach me inside
But its just a picture
show some can tell
what is being said
when nothing is said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can hear the ghostly playing of a piano in a theater. Excellent! a 10.