Under shiny drops
the windowsill is black
with mould, they eat
pollen and glumes, stuck
on a bed of honey-
dew from the linden trees

I'm stuck in sadness
not knowing why
.....'Yet you are much stronger
.....do not grieve no longer
.....just light up your day
.....smile the tears away'
sings his warm voice
in my sadness

without knowing why
tears full of melancholy
shine in my heart
with colourless desires
from the low clouds
that cry in silence