drums of the drummers
cheering of the crowd
notes of piano
and violin
and guitar
makes soul of persons
that stand or dance
to not remember the past
to not see in the future
just to live in now.

I remember
how your lips taste,
how your body moves
and my favorite,
how fast heat can spread.

half the time I listen to birds
twittering about life mystery from all around
they call for help, birds are quick on coming
from tree and trees to join the convent.
birds tweet and tweet,
is there a contest?
oh! let's be honest
birds are just chatting.

it's a story half told if I let out pain
and play with kind words
only to not relive
a bit of disappoint.

it's a story half told
every time words walk
and halt only to one ear,
what happens to them
is another story half told
for people who ask for more
and receive more then they can hold.

punctured hearts all over earth
crawling on mountains
of happiness and joy,
sweaty foreheads and hands
and dusty feet
walking nor running
towards the deep -
deep sky
deep oceans
hearts
or thoughts
in front of nothing
or everything or all.