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