On my skin

 

I would not turn off the light of a shiver

Because I would never see again the stars dancing

 

I would not change the melody of an angel

Because I would never live again this deaf painting

 

The night breathes scents of peace

I touch them with my skin

I don’t only feel mute colours

On my skin

 

I would not turn off the light of a shiver

Because I would never see again the stars laughing

 

I would not change the melody of an angel

Because I would have no more reasons to write

 

I can hear again the voice of that Mary Anne

And the sound vibrating tastelessly

The mute pages of her life

Explode inside me noiselessly

Only mute colours

On my skin