Cricket's song haibun

Outside, the wind gently blows; compensating previous troubled nights with tenderness and serenity. It’s not supposed to be a sleepless night. But it is for me. Less motivated and bored, I let Murakami and Morrison talk to themselves in my old quilt-covered cotton bed. Don’t want to hear anything, I throw my iPod into the drawer and let it there with a box of video DVDs I’ve watched some weeks back.

I turn off the light and close the shutters. The first is easy but pulling down the eyelids are much harder. Blanketed by the blackness in the room, I am wide awake in silence. So quiet, nothing encroaches my ears. But I see the music.

cricket’s song
even louder in the moonlight

Banda Raya, July 16, 2009