This amazing dress of Solitude ,
fibres woven by Silence
You wear it

You wear it so joyfully. 

Untying the stars and the white of snow, 
reprinting it in frost and  fog
 it covers you like your second skin.

Your unhurried glances understands 
that dying
is only awakening.

And there in the heart of  the  forest - the rain is only a memory 
of what you've been.

The songs you heard when 
you were an Ear....Now ,
You're its journey.

The symphonies
of such  solitudes 
where else could they bring you
but to
the thresholds of your own self.