I talked to the trees today,
they listened
I talked to the moon today,
it cried
I talked to the stars today,
they smiled
I talked to the sea today,
it consoled
I talked to the flowers today,
they grew
I talked to you today
and you were silent.

Walking on a long smooth road
in daylight, with a mirror in my hand
stretched in front of my dreamy eyes
only backwards I see, but walk ahead.

Days and days, I go on walking
with a mirror in my hands, holding
sometimes closer and mostly far
Observing the details behind.

Closing the eyes, I turn around
and start walking back again
pacing to the past, future behind me
I realise, only the moment is the reality.

A dawn, sets upon us,
while notes fly softly
through the humid air.
A language which knows
without words.
Music
the echo of piano
lightens the night
when every feeling
becomes freedom.
Music
the harmony of life
sets its wings
around your soul,
capturing the sorrows,
pouring emotions,
talking the language
of understanding.

Rain is flowing down the walls,
dripping on the marble stairs,
making music of the night echo,
the clouds fill the sky windows
soft curtains covering the world.

Clear mist is passing on the river,
hovering in the quiet moment,
coldness of the air caresses mildly
a space between the nature' s lungs,
the eyes of the universe are open.

Deep harmony penetrates the soul
of every creature listening deeply
how the world sings unceasingly
with its eternal beauty and peace
while the stars are dancing passim.

In the rising sun
the beauty upholds
its stance,
but the pain
of humanity
is reflected
behind the moon.

The beauty is heart
as long as it has
wings and warmth,
the beauty is soul
as long as it has
sensitivity to hold.

The frenzy of
humanity
rises above
the moon,
but the sun will rise
in hope
every day
and create beauty
to survive.

As the heart fills with knowledge,
rising from the profound wiseness
of the world's hidden pouches,
the light strikes sharp in the eyes,
as the calmness comes into the soul
which fills quietly like the rising sea,
and the sunset changes into sunrise.

She blows the soft smoke gently away
sitting on her windowsill, the third floor
the darkened horizon melts drowsily
leaving its mysteries to her own heart
as it is not full enough of the madness

She rises slowly with the sweet smoke
turning her head towards the mirk sky
what is there to see, in her own world
closing the eyes to travel infinitely far
as the honey is melting in the tepid tea

She throws her glass of wine away
she smiles and cries as nobody sees
the darkness, deep and cruel but sweet
as is her heart, dark, but yet so soft and kind
painful and hateful, yet so loving and forgiving
mad and crazy but so deeply understanding

Why only the crescent comprehends
only the stars listen to the quiet melody
the songs of love and pure wistfulness
she knows everything but is scared of living
as the world is not kind, instead, it is cruel
the fear, the unknown, the failure of life itself

She puts her finger in the darkened wine
and draws a line on the wall with blood
enjoying the sadness and loving to hate
She likes to be alone, alone, sweet world
You, always alone in your deeds and thought

She sees from far, a distant closeness engulfs
only art saves the heart, only beauty consoles
the crescent starts to fade slowly and softly
many of the clouds swim towards their path
covering the moon and leaving her lying

Withering away as in the mind of destruction
where everything can make a nest within itself
she lies there motionlessly, silently, calmly
listening to every sound her heart whispers to her
as the music starts to play in her head of frenzy

She lived once but not anymore, as all fades
where does this crippling melancholy lead to
the stars never wrote a script for the existence
but they gave the mind a code to decipherer
as they gave the heart a wisdom to learn from

She pours the sweet Bordeaux in front of her
gulping in sips, turning her head, staring ahead
all is sweet, all is beauty, all is art if only you see
shadow the pain and leave it intact for the truth
as the time flows between her fingers to eternity