Seweryn Krajewski - Absolutna cisza barw

Two portraits in an empty room
like two extinguished mirrors
Pure form and realism
an absolute silence of colors.

She looks uncompehending,
he has understood for years.
For it's harder to lose the remnant of illusions
than to simply waste the time.

It's not me, it's not you,
color and whiteness vis a vis.
I know already today that he
who called speech silver was wrong.

The art of conversation is dying,
flow monologues two.
It's not you, it's not me,
silence and sound all alone.

The silence of colors - the silence of indifferent cold faces
The silence of colosr - the silence calling from the frame of a landscape
The silence of colors - even of those who cry the loudest
The silence of colors - silence, absolute silence.

Is this you?
Maybe it is only how I see you.
Is it me?
So little of me is still left.
Dawn rises-
it has found me by you so many times..
Is it us?
Maybe it's too late for an answer.

The silence of colors ...