Between these dim corners
in the confines of a forgotten room
two dancers in the waltz of time
the ticking clock and the hourglass,
a duet of motion and stillness
of sound and silence.

A cherry blossom petal, its beauty ethereal
Fragile—a breath could make it shatter
searching for her reflections
in their glass surfaces, on hold
desperate to save her from the fall,
frozen in time, helpless and small

Would the sand and gears lift her up, from where the branches have let her down?

Between the fingers of the hourglass
each grain screamed in a silent plea.
Beneath the glass exterior,
their sounds were the excessive blasts ...