Prasanna

Like soft light

reflected from guitar strings

and heart-glass,

like long silence

between monosyllables,

a half smile from knowing eyes,

slow in so many ways

because the mind raced

or had a long time ago --

still life,

that's you:

quietness that delights

in moments that stay 

long after capture 

and the exit

of all conspirators.  

Pics by Sharni Jayawardena