There once was a house in the woods
with coloured birds sining on its porch.
There was a house on the soil full of stones
and noone to hear their song.

I found it one autumn afternoon;
Walking on the leaves graves
I knocked on the door when song
vanished and silence remained.

Wooden walls of every room
brought the sadness to my soul.
I felt your presence in the air
though in my mind laid a hole.

Maybe it was in another life;
was I too late or too soon?
Only thing that remained true:
I was alone without you.

I left you a note on the kitchen table
with few rhymes that you might like
for if you ever come back here again
you’ll find you and me alike.

Walking alone from that place
with no destination in sight
I remember the house on the soil full of stones
and moon falling in the night.

In the morning the birds cut out the heart of silence
singing in the quiet sunbeams all day long
while on the kitchen table laid my lines saying:
within my heart you’re my only song.