The Silent Film

“The Silent Film” by James Rose

I long for a Silver screen,

Actors moving in black and white

Gray, steel, chrome and silver.

I’d give up color for that silence.

The sentiment flows

With the stroke of an arm,

A caress sincere,

Of a hand well-versed.

This language of the body

Grasping the flickering soul.

Focus comes by slowing down the frames.

The theater’s piano plays a gentle tune

To follow the reel’s rhythm,

The picture moves to the tender notes

That takes us deeper

Into our silent world on the horizon.

Just a crescendo, a diminuendo,

And us.


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