Would anyone notice if my world stopped it’s rotation?
Would I change in some way? Would I need more or less consultation?
And haven’t I changed? Is there something further to fix?
And sometimes I don’t even like music.

If I raise my head high enough will it stay above water?
If I focus enough will I see clearer and farther.
And if I’m smart enough will I see all of their tricks?
What if sometimes I don’t even like music?

I have cared far too much, but don’t I now care too little?
Have I ever been firm, or always flimsy and brittle?
Now what hat can I wear? What role truly fits?
Will it matter if I don’t even like music?

Have my passions changed, or have they just disappeared?
Will I be forgiven if I’m forevermore sullen and weird?
What’s already faded and fallen can neither brighten nor stick.
And these days I don’t even like music.

But I have seen the clouds part on the darkest of days.
I have greeted the ALL with hurrahs and hurrays!
And I’ve even begun to see the beauty in it.
Still, sometimes I don’t even like music.

brightness in your mind
atop the mountain

unrivalled peace
in the cloud of unknowing

staring into space
searching your mind

waiting on the words
to travel onwards

seconded in solitude
embraced in silence

summer has entered my window for the first time
children run and laugh in the garden
the mist surrounding the blue mountain is clear
a warm sun is gradually flooding my room

Time dissolves like a cigarette in the middle of the night
a bird sings a sad melody somewhere in the forest
the friends who left never came back
the first autumn rains arrived

Autumn lives forever
in the old childhood memories
that crackle like dry leaves
on a campfire in the middle of nowhere


All the loves, joys and sorrows  
were engraved on our skin  
like the furrows opened under a splendid sun


How much love fits in a lonely tear ?
how much love fits in an infinite rose ?
Tell me if that is not enough to touch your heart

Skyline's colors
Constantly changing
Blue and grey
Orange and red
Yet it is still the same
But I wonder if when
Things fall down
The sky is weeping
Or just maybe
It is sharing something
To help somebody

i love it when the birds sing there morning song
bringing in the dawn as they sing along
such a lovely tune with a lovely melody
i sit there and listen as they sing to me

bringing in the morn in such a lovely way
singing all in harmony singing in the day
every note in tune not one out of key
a lovely piece of nature we all like to see