How is it possible?
That in your eyes...
I have found,
that my music Resonates
As hard,
As the shining of the stars.

Never a human show me
That music can be found
In the warm of mortal arms.
Melodies fly over the skies
When I think, on those eyes.

Now, that the light is just white...
My music has no life,
You took the colors apart.

I can not decorate
The rhythm of your lips.
They faded
and,
I can not paint them.

I can not hold
those hands anymore
Indicating the tempo.
So, I will go find you.

The world that is below
Does not scare me at all
The smell of your dry tears
Is singing me to where I should be.

After I finish my last piece,
I will trust in my ears
and, I will bring you with me.
So, we both shall compose,
The greatest symphony of love.

I have figured out
that If I play this twelve row.  
The doors of the underworld
will open, so I won’t feel this cold.

Every night after you closed your eyes...
I have been dreaming with:
dramatic purple
Melodies.
   Sophisticated
      Rhythms.
And
Lyrics that…
Try to convince me
To forget
Your turquoise smell.  
It feels like a dream
but it is so real that
It feels like my music
Now is complete
Without your breath.  

Now, I’m here…
it seems like nowhere
Absence of presence
NO tonality
ambiguous personality
Kind of
I’m liking this place…

I see you precious as the last sky that I see in my dreams every sleep,

I take out The purple melody

And I play an elegant transcription of the symphony of my dreams…

You look at me and smile

So we both will be apart…

I will bring you alive...
with my next chorale.
With a Symphony
for 300 hundred souls.
I WILL BRING YOU ALIVE
WITH AN ETERNAL RHYTHM
Every morning, Every dream,
where there is a note
you are with me.