Still.

Chagall, Poet Reclining, 1915


Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

- Pablo Neruda, from "I Like For You To Be Still"

Chopin, Nocturne In E-Flat, Op. 9, No. 2; Sergei Rachmaninov performs ...