To Go with the Evening

Before the evening comes,
Let me be prepared
For the evening dusk,
And the sinking orange sun.
I choose only to listen to the music
And not a word
For a song.
You spoke then and now,
I only want to listen to the music,
And not a single spoken word.
I am swimming in the ocean of love,
Like the heartbeats without a voice.
I only want to fill the room
With the music
That I feel.
Speak not,
But be silent
And absorb the music,
Just like the evening that ripens
And falls softly and softly.

© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal