I’m mesmerized by windows – they divide,
The world inside and the surrounding night.
I fail to catch the moment when my face,
Becomes a portrait on the glass within their frames.

I wonder, If the windows,
Could ever keep my image.
So, I may see this portrait,
In colors of the day.
Perhaps, I would distinguish,
My most important features.
Which through the faithful mirrors,
Have never been conveyed.

I’m mesmerized by lack of noise – I breath,
The silence. It unfolds at least.
A thousand voices. Everything around,
Has its unique and rather quiet sound.

I wonder, If this whisper,
Could ever reach my portrait.
So, I may feel sensation,
Of tuning to its tone.
Perhaps, I would distinguish,
In this communication.
One sound long forgotten - The only name I own.