…hand strums old nylon strings…soft reverberation…rhythm of silence embraces the air leaving my lungs…breathing…always breathing…it was always the breathing…and then there was the beating of my heart…rhythm of silence…beating wings of life…silence seeps in through all the openings…silence seeps in some more…there is no rush… blood adheres to the wisdom of my heart…life slows down some more… hand strums old nylon strings…a strum …strum …strum …strum …evening…moon, behind leaves…evening…so beautifully heavy, my heart…there is no rush…light softens up…darkness dabs at my skin and I sigh…tender grains of the evening embrace my sigh…the world is brittle…I feel it crumbling around me…crumbling and spreading…beautiful…