The mime - Hieronymus Bosch

Light fade…

Phantasma

Dancer in the shadow of shade

Tight silk… white magic above the river of black milk

Faces wet… the twisted cross of body silhouette

Heart’s kill, the lips are sealed

Silent life, never to laugh, never to cry

In the corner of the circle

Listening to speechless mime

Reciting unwritten poem

Without reason and rhyme

There’s no any choice for the ones who cursed to be unvoiced

The wordless strangers in a world of neverending noise