The rain pipes whisper
The spring’s secret in the wind
Let me catch it in my wings
And flutter it in the world
So everybody learns how to blossom.

The Man who loves me
Came along out of the silence of my prayers
Carying so much undiscovered light inside...
There is a sweet kindness about him
That softens the edges of an impetuous thought.

The Man who loves me
Is like no other.
He sees the depth of my restless soul
He holds my hand
While listening to my wondering thoughts.

He smiles
Knowing that they will settle down eventually...

It has been a while now
Since I love you
And we went through some storms
And we learned to dance with the rain
And to jump in the puddles.
It has been a while
And we are not the same we were
But we are still here, still together, still in love.
Some days even more in love than back then
Because now we know
The miracles of days spent together
The stolen drops of time that shine with laughter
The paths we walk as 3
When love just grows and grows on.

I dreamt about you last night
You, the way you were when I met you, when I fell in love with you
The wonder of your soul just pulling me closer
Like the invisible force of a magnet
I could still feel the bitter sweetness of waiting for you
The way the air would get thiner around me when you weren't there
I dreamt you, the way you wanted us to walk always together towards our dreams
Always smuggeling a bit of moonlight in our footsteps
2 dreamers forever in love

I wish I could tell you exactly what is going on in my soul

When I am with you

I wish I could tell you about the many nights I would fall asleep fantasizing

About loving arms to hold me

And loving arms to catch me when I fall

And a loving heart to beat close to mine

Phisically close

A heart that I would hear and that would love me...

Or about the loving hand that would stroke my hair

Untill I would finally fall asleep

Or the loving soft eyes that would see me finally

Just as I am!

In the nakedness of my flaws

And in the beauty of my dreams.

I wish there would be words to measure

The depth of the wish for you I had then

Just as I wish

There would be words to measure

The hight of the fireworks in my heart now

I wish I could tell you how overwelming you are

How grateful I am for you

How grand life feels now

Just because you are more than a dream

And the warmth of your skin makes you feel so reel

Like the heat of a fire that warms in deep frosty winter

Wanderers in the snow

I wish I would invent new words to describe

How it feels to have love fill the lonely hollow of my seconds

I wish I could tell you about my soul in feast

But words would never be enough

So think about the most beautiful day you can imagine

Let your soul be there  transported through time

And then you could catch a glimpse of what you mean to me.

In the last days of April
the rumble of a distant airplane
broke the silence
of the endless blooming green.
For a short while.
A funny fuzzy sunbeam
got lost in my heart
warming it up
and beneath the late spring clouds
I let my soul dive
in a stream
of love
of hope
of life

Gott,
Lass Freude sein!
Denn ich weiß nicht
was halb Liebe heißt
und dann auch nicht
was halb Weh
ich weiß nicht
wann genug, genug ist.
Jede Sekunde schallt in mir
mit ihrer ganzen Kraft!
Sie tut weh und lindert.
Gott,
Lass Freude sein
heute, diese Tage..
Schick mir lieber Gott
während meiner Verwirrungsstunden
die Lichtspur einer Hoffnung.
Gott,
Lass Freude sein
inmitten meiner Liebe.

Swept away
by the impetuos wind of the heart
A white cloud
wonders through the blue of the sky
like a restless dream of love.

The sun shines through him
upon the green water of the lake
and in each sparkle of light
I see hope coming alive.

It was the end of August
in one peaceful night.
The wind dozed off for a while
and freedom floated around in the air.
Walking beneath the summer sky
You could feel
                 how each heartbeat
                                  turned into a star!
That’s why they spread so much light – the stars!
They carry deep within
A hope,
           A dream,
                        A promise.

A vibration in the summer hot air
The bow gently touching the cello strings
The floating of perfect sounds in pair

Holding my breath -
                       I am waiting...

Life itself reflects in cello sounds
And I can finally feel it!
The gentle embrace of my heart!

In a split second
I can grasp it all:
       The happiness to come,
       The nostalgia
floating in the ever-changing rhythm
              - Of life and love -
All carried away by the summer wind...

My heart skips a beat
In the afterglow of that
                     serendipity moment:
The perfect sound
vibrating from the right string of my *heart

I am the little child
sitting alone on a bench,
waiting for someone -
silently crying for fear of the dark

I am the teenager
finding herself at a crossroad,
learning how to make decisions

And I am the woman
smiling at the rain,
facing responsibility and consequences.

I am the child
dancing for joy
when seeing a flower bloom

And the teenager
rejoicing in her own recklesness

And I am the woman
loving life and people -
And all of this
In the neverending dance of each day.

The day you write a poem
is like no other!
It's like running through a dark corridor
and then you open a door
to this room full of light
that shines through you!
And you find yourself
conjuring words of hope and joy
fascinated in front of the endless
*beauty of life

I woke up for the thousand time,
- a voice telling me it’s going to be ok -
And knowing that some days
all you need to conquer
                                       is yourself:
that space in you where new dreams are born,
that path taking you somewhere,
- the one filled with the craters of your fallen hopes -
But still leading you
to that corner of your soul
where not historical battles are won,
Just some battles. Yours.

Ideally I would have been born in France
and I would sit now sipping wine and writing,
on a river’s shore…
But what can I do?
My soul got lost on his way there
In a land of beautiful contradictions!
And I found here more life passion than a glass can harbor.

Ideally I would be married with children by now,
But I chose to live a life and not a pattern.
And with life you cannot foresee the next steps.

Ideally I would still be teaching,
giving as gift all I know,
but instead of just knowledge
I wanted to share pieces of my soul.

And ideally a prince would show up at my door
No white horse,
Just him, hands full of honesty!
But instead of that,
it seems I have to go looking for him.
And bumping my soul along the way
against other people
is what brought light on some facts:
Royalty is not about wearing a crown,
Just as ideals are not about fulfillment!
They are mere guidelines on our way!

Blue skies
Fields stretching out
                 like white-sand beaches
Eyes wide open
                 we dive
into a sea of hopes and dreams
                 and we swim
towards the Lighthouse of
                         "Everything Possible"

I had the most wonderful butterfly
                                        on my shoulder
Whispering me an ancient secret!
But the noise of my footsteps
                                            got too loud
I stopped!
What? Say that once again!
But he flew away…
Hiding the secret
                  in the flapping of his wings...

Do we really know how often
We love?
Not the right man or the right woman,
But the beautiful souls that illuminate our way
No matter how scared we get.
No matter how lost.
Oh, that honest love left uncelebrated,
Just because it is not the love that everyone talks about!
Not all great loves are the romantic ones!
Some of them grow in the forgiven silence of a tear
In the patience that harbors the unspoken questions
Just knowing that at the right time
answers will come.
That’s also Love.