violin shadows.

My eyes leak

thoughts

I can’t quite

pin still.
The violin, tied

to the candle

lights,
plays with their

shadow
and they tingle

on the wall.
From the window

sill
of my heart ,

thoughts
I can’t quite

pin still,
utter sparks

—under which I try
to find shelter

from the dark.
And the violin, tied

to the candle light,

lies
there, like a suitcase

full of counting

stars.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

_____________

11060959_10153131929741696_4679856223514925736_n

Photo: Ava-rebekah RAHMAN

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s