The Silence of the Lily

The Silence of the Lily

It blooms like a lily

it blooms in silence

it creeps into electronic vibrations with the candour of a mute beauty

it sneaks into metallic symphonies with the strength of a beautiful muteness

it spreads through time like a drop of eternity fallen from the highest heavens

its colour is that of water barely harnessed by the power of cold in a flake

white

there is an ancient drama behind the white

hides an illusion of eternity, an illusion ready to shatter in the encounter with time

time erases every white with brushstrokes of multiform colours

the petals of white absorb the other colours

one after the other

until it disappears in its white identity and slowly becomes other colours

until it contains them all

and thus return to itself

white is the synthesis of all colours put together

it took Newton and his prism to break down light into all the colours

it took Newton to understand that white is the sum of all colours

but it took a white soul to put them back together again

those white petals rest on the pillars of a story that begins in the Big Bang, in the dawn over the Garden of Eden

a thread of that light crosses time

that light is the messenger of eternity

the lily is the herald of light

how much history behind a lily

how much eternity behind its silence

the contemporary is continuous background noise

the postcontemporary is the silence that consoles