AS-Shut Up Silence

If laughter is the dance of the soul Then why am I deaf to the music 'Cause my hiccup became the nostalgic melody As I let it dry up nonchalantly Silence wavering between Alto-Basso I wonder why I cannot perceive Love that cannot be consumated Sound that cannot embrace laughter Passion that cannot culminate While crippled desire almost betrays The wriggling body with a fake grin Foisting it on as a chuckle Arsenic drops become musical notes In Socrates' hemlock Whose wisdom is youth's poison So verdicted the Greek consuls Tried in vain to kill his bullgaze As he savoured his melody Mischievously mute its eternal key... Ayten Suvak