A candle flickers
soundlessly
on my work table
A crochet hook
moves
in a silent, repetitious rhythm
and curtain shadows
dance on the walls
in rays of sun
The window handle
sits in a froth of net curtains
There is stillness
and quiet contemplation.
No music, no television blaring, no one talking
Just listening to the sound of silence
and bathing in its velvety fullness
creating harmony and plenitude.
Crochet pattern here
