She is the Queen
and slave in this silence
She imagined herself
poisoned by dreams
People seemed to understand
the music
They concentrate
on the empty eyes
She looked at the clock
Decided to start singing
People’s eyes were wide open
they tired life
were searching
for the moment
No one knows the story about her
The scene lasted
a matter of moment
I remember her the voice
She is the Queen
and slave in this silence