The music stopped suddenly
but the band had left earlier on
in our merry hearts
the subtle echo of melodies
was progressively replaced
by the dull shroud of silence
wanting to keep something
of the magic in our minds
we tried to whistle
the tunes that were gone then
but our lips refused
to utter a single sound
and we sighed
a mute symphony
that disrupted the landscape
deep in our souls
and withered all our flowers
under a stony sun
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
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