I wake up alone, late at night.
Something silver shimmers and gleams
Outside my dark window;
The sleeping world, the row of trees,
The road that leads to the gray mountains,
The leaf-strewn fields, the babbling stream,
The baker’s shop, the temple bells,
All lie bathed and sparkling
In the silver light of the moon.
Everything that I ever loved,
All things that have been dear to me,
Wobble in this vast silver sea.
I am now adrift, a lost sailor,
Among the shimmering silver waves.
Only the faint sound of music
Playing in some invisible home
Keeps me moored and steady:
As if the notes are an anchor
That ties me with unseen strands
To the shorelines of reality.