Undeciphered

The cacophony of silence
is a recurrent phenomena here.
And today, the dusk has amplified the shrine
with a little more "You-ness" too.
The flutist has departed the distant mound with his kine.
The oaks have raised their arms unto the dark wood sky.
The night grows older and a silhouette groans
with the chimes as I ruminate on the grey pages of nothingness
in the diary of an undeciphered You-and-words.

 V@@S.