She twirls twirls twirls along the piano edge and sings I’m a sinner sinner sinner Baby
Oh you all are mere beginners if you
stick to the words

And not even the
raw dark
ledge of the abyss could harm her

(o)

Crack!
goes
the final layer...

The Queen
not dead
but dormant
for so long
So so long
stirs
already for a long time now
drenched with knowing
with foreboding
She lies still
patient
but never unseeing

On this day
it is raining
On this day
what needs to happens
happens

On this day
a hand
stretches out towards Her
shy but determined
A hand She knows well
A face She knows
so well
so
so well

Don’t wash your hands too early, dear
Look
with all you are
with your whole eye
on the battlefield

The bloodstained ground the *****
fights after fights
that occurred

Don't devalue
discredit
belittle
Yourself by disguising
this
Scene

It lies behind you now
Don’t wash your hands
too early
Wait
til you're ready to turn
Your back on it all

Liquid mind
hands of
power
time
devours not

Heart of peace unleashed

life seeks
to free you

He used to
park his rusty red
mobile
near the riverside where you
tend to walk
chat talk
to the world
He used to serve the most
passionate Latte
One day you recognised
a delicate
bird on the foam
He used to park near the riverside
and still does

A thought completely
free of any
heavy logic
flies through you right
into your fingertips to hover
just a semi second
before leaking
like a delicious liquid
into the black and white
of your instrument