Silence is golden so the old adage goes,
For how much longer only God truly knows.
A museum now playing times waiting game,
Its quietude would put a mouse to shame.
I'm just an adrift ghost walking this day alone,
A lost spectre among historic displays shown.
A people's museum that will open at a later date,
Which this beloved museum does silently await.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem