Through the small and silent Screen

Here we meet again, through the silent screen, after so many days of departure, and many nights of rain.
I came back although I have been always here.
Still there are many things to say…
And through my small screen, fantasy, silence, dreams, fears, affection, temptation and poem.
Me and your eyes, watching my pen and my fading lights.
We are breeze in the silence of that old city,
And whenever you go up to the sky, you will feel and see.