Moonbeams on the Attic Window
"Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear moonbeams striking on the windows."
--Lucian Blaga
A midnight moon shines its light through a dull pane, signing its name on the crumbling plaster walls of a long forgotten attic room. Of the days of joy and sorrow, love and loss, life and death, only a century of dust, and the deep, deep silence, remain.
