When the last tone disappears
that time you will realise that
all of your pain was an illusion
illusion scattered on all of your senses
illusion so realistic, like a picture
painted by the Renaissance man

When the last tone disappears
a glowing light from your soul
will emerge
You'll be reborn again and again
through the same life,
through the same body
but clothed with different perspective.

Time stopped as you were flickering,
lost with your mind, laying down in bed..
I've watched every detail on your face,
and I am able to describe it all over again...
I imagined your eyes as pearls in the ocean
pearls who wants to be fishes..
I imagined your eyes having the enormous wings
being able to fly far in the sky..
I imagined, but you didn't
I couldn't feel you close,
I couldn't touch you even if you were beside me.
I couldn't and I didn't want.

Come inside the boat of imagination
Don't put yourself on procrastination
Swim inside the matter of revelation
Don't put on the coat of jailed-nation

Fly away with the wings of faith
But don't be so late,
Walk amongst the blooming trail
But don't forget to write your tale

Please, don't paint your eyes with alive colours,
Please, the Voice says,
Don't put on the sparkle,
Don't make it precious,
Someone will see it,
Someone will grab it,
Someone will use it..
And then again, you'll be left with empty pockets...

One night.. the Voice was staring into the wide night sky and with a curious tone said to me:
" But, what's the point in keeping it all for yourself?"