A Dance in Silent Violins

She whispered her evanescence into me.
She claimed
In her days of effervescence
She had left a bubble inside me. Floating
Through the vessels of my blood
It passed through many mountains and lakes;
Through many a cities above.
When it stopped over the valley
It was lost in time
It was lost in eternity, too
And she had become evanescent.

She whispered her evanescence into me.
She claimed
That the bubble would burst one day
Taking the lives of valley dwellers
Breaking their huts and dreams and pains
Making a realm of anesthesia
Where they’d sleep through their killings
Feeling yet not realizing their pain.
And they shall become evanescent.

She whispered her evanescence into me.
She claimed
She’d meet me in the valley, too
When she would be passing by
On the day of the bursting bubble
She’d sleep upon my heart
Sing songs of melancholia to me
Taking me to a dance in silent violins.
And when all of it would end
She’d whisper her evanescence into me
She’d claim
In her days of effervescence
She had left a bubble inside me.