Away from the world, And it's deceiving ways, I sit shrivelled up, In solitude, and in her praise, As the tranquil tune of the silent night, Plays; and plays; and plays. Through the open window, I gaze at the clouds, Overlaying the starry skies, Like a spotless shroud, As my soul's unheard whimper, Grow loud; and loud; and loud. Until they are lost In the silence that plays, And whilst they depart, The emptiness stays, Amidst them the tranquil tune of the silent night, Plays; and plays; and plays. Therein creeps slowly her face, Before even my senses yearn, And utters to me in a mystical tongue, That I try, but cannot learn, And before even my eyes blink It begins to burn; and burn; and burn. And with it, burns my soul, Tickling my heart with pain, As I gaze into her fiery eyes, Try hard, but fail to explain, But my hopeful heart never fails to try Again; and again; and again . Away from the world, And its deceitful ways, I sit shrivelled up, While her ashes stay, Amidst them the requiem of broken dreams, Plays; and plays; and plays.