Voices of the Night Air

The night is still as the house
in the painting,
but many sounds eco
in the ears; voices of wind;
like the silent cry of the stars.

Absent voices of sane dream,
like the snow field in the calm winter nights.
Or, is it still there but the ears?

Why the vain search?
Empty the ears,
sing a song for the new door in the mist.
A sudden voice: who? who?

©Byung A. Fallgren