The Edge Of Her Own Silence

She held her arms out to him without a word. She wrapped his silence around her, carefully smoothing the folds that were closest to her heart.  And when he left ... she dried each tear with the edge of her own silence, until there was only music.  - Roni Delmonico

There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.
— Henri Matisse