i still dream of you,
good old oak,
from day one.
the seasons change,
and I still picture you
standing there,
under the golden sun;

and one day,
I‘ll rush headlong
into your opened arms.
But for now, you‘re
just another
perfectly written,
but unsung song;

I promise you,
one day I‘ll come
to see you there,
ten miles away,
under the golden sun.
I’m waiting, patiently,
for my grief to be gone

It‘s four a.m. ,
my lungs still breathe
you in and out
and my heart still aches
for yours

A good music can solve your  problems,
A very good one can save your soul.

the sunsets
the moon rises
the clouds keep moving
the stars keep shining
the world keeps going on
people keep dying
people are born
someone smiles
someone cries
it all happens
and there's nothing you can do about it