Hello, beautiful autumn.
You're spilling all over the ground,
in shades of agony,
in shapes of past lives.
I wish I could hold you together, autumn,
but you're slipping through my fingers,
in drops and shadows.
The sky seems to be mourning
the loss of a year,
and clouds are turning and rolling,
restless and thick,
blocking us in.
Rain wishes to become crystals
of magnificent beauty
that is so short lasting,
it captivates with its innocent fragility.
I'm waiting to be covered by snow,
dear autumn,
for I'm numb and nothing feels warm anymore.
So I think you should go.

I'm not asking for the Sun,
just a ray of blissful warmth would suffice.
I'm not asking for a star,
just a little sparkle would be enough.
I'm not asking for the moon,
just a bit of space dust's all I need.
I do not want your whole heart,
for I would not know what to do with it,
each beat spreading my anxiety.
All I wish for is one of them,
just one heart beat missed
for me,
and I'd forever be yours.

And sometimes,
you find yourself devoid of all covers
and make-pretends,
and you finally see yourself,
as you are.
And it's beautiful
how peaceful you can become,
when you let go of the characters
you're trying to play.
And you let yourself speak,
and you let yourself revel in silence
and treasure it.
And you find your sea of tranquility.
And you dive in.

Hello, once again, dear stranger.
I know I said I'd never turn your volume down,
but it's grown to torture me
with reminders that
I can't ever have you.
I must confess, I can't take it anymore.
I'm sorry, dear stranger,
I wish I was for you,
but there's nothing crueler
than watching you from afar,
so now I have to go even farther,
to keep myself away
and safe.
Good-bye for now, restless stranger.
I'll keep you in my heart.

Good morning, beautiful.
Isn't that how you used to start my day?
Every word a love letter
addressed to me.
I foolishly thought to be in control,
when I was just hanging by a sound
of your voice.
"Please forgive me"
is not  what I'll remember,
but rather the conviction
"I can't do it anymore."
"Good-bye,my love."
is what I've been saying for so many months,
but somehow
it never hits its target,
so I've made a lullaby of it.
At night, it's all I sing.

Hello, restless stranger.
May I tell you
you're a work of art?
I've never seen anything like it.
Your movements, your body,
they feel unreal,
synchronized with a beat
that my heart's too untrained to sense.
But your mind's the masterpiece:
all sparks and music and space dust,
with a touch of darkness,
with a touch of sorrow.
I've been watching you, stranger.
I can't help but do it.
You light up my imagination
and you're wonder to my eyes
and I must confess,
I'm fascinated and completely mesmerized.
I know you're not for me, stranger,
and I promise not to tell,
but I'd keep you on repeat forever,
were you to be mine.

Hi there, darling.
Haven't seen you in years.
Each of us have been searching for something
or someone.
I can tell we've found people,
and that they all left.
We've grown and we've changed
and you don't recognize me anymore.
But it's alright, I've moved on.
I guess we were too young for each other
and maybe
a bit too different.
Perhaps one day we'll meet on the bus
and our earphones will tangle up
and our music will merge together
and we'll find sparks of memories
in each other's eyes.
And perhaps my words with your guitar
will make a song of our own.
If not, I've got your smile pierced in my heart.
It shall stay there for long,
I promise.