The Silence of Momento: an ekphrasis exercise

Your quiet absence
Tiptoed to the cold tiles.
But I was inside of myself
As always.
The agitated light
Bounces out unheard,
And the origin of time,
Is molested.
Sound rendered obsolete as
Evil collects the absence
Another missing compass
For memory to cling.
With hopeless mute fervour
We flay against the sharp edges.
Silence misinforms fragmented reason
And I fall beside you.
Through your opaque shroud
The lashes flicker like a faulty bulb.
Sleep as if on a soft cloud
And I shall wake into a storm.