There's a woody house overthere.bring my steps solidly.crip crop... I'm freezing mostly.in this time of the day it's not very shocking to be cold.
The weather is snowing with a box of cheer the winter have been carrying.I move towerd the woody house.open the door.light the candles& sit on the cozy couch.breath deeply.bring my guitar& play the part you like.you turn on your recorder.happily you drink your coffee.then I read a book about great hearts.it says nothing breaks like a heart even you need someone help you sweep the pieces of your broken heart.then a sudden phone call arised.
Umm... hello? _ hi Kelsey.this is Mery. oh Mery I missed you girl.how are you? _ I'm fine.where are you now? _ I'm in the country resting in my cozy woody house._well Saturday is Mery Christmas .would you like to join us? _of course. Then....

the stories that I've got
from a man with his guitar
everyday we talk about sweet thing
even we don't face each other
singing a song in every single chance through phone
I don't know how to say
you give paintings of me
send me your tasteful voice
with rhythm in every part
love song is always my favorite since I knew you

experience for the future experience
nerves experience for the future for
all around and in a row and at the piano and
for guitar and for ukulele and for minutes
experience for the future experience

experience for the future experience
the imagination of what is to come
everything worries me a little
worries and disturbs me without end
experience for the future experience

experience for the future experience
which year which is around
nerves leave me no nerves and
no they probably never leave me
experience for the future experience

06.12.18

A guitar has six strings
That when struck as one note
Can elicit a sound
Far beyond a mere throat
Yet a voice can sink ships
Or at least it's been said
Can a six-stringed guitar
Claim one person that's dead?

old guitar behind
and the old lamp before my eyes
where the road will bring me again
where fate will see me again
will my soul meet love

will the blue bird sing on the branches
will the harps play the melodious
will golden glasses fall from heaven
will the night fall for my sake
and for my great journey

21.11.18