Fearful symmetry

A quiet, bright reedsong

All day and night, music, 

a quiet, bright

reedsong. If it

fades, we fade. 

(Rumi)

You hid your face and kept silence

[I had in mind a very beautiful poem for this post, Nathan Alterman's The Cry, which I couldn't find anywhere on the internet in its English version. 

The Romanian translation is too cheesy, even for this blog. Until I return to the UK, and look for it at the Senate House, this post will do without it. 

You might, anyhow, consider reading Amos Oz's novel, Black Box, the inspiration for this post. ;-)]

[Now, on a second thought, this post is better without any words, any poem, any artifice. R. said that there is nothing erotic about this post and
that the images present a game between girls. The atmosphere is intimate but not erotic.
 I might add that I didn't want them erotic in any way. I wanted them simple, sad, and silent. ;-)]