The wind in the leaves
Crickets chirping in August
Summer sounds we love

It's senseless
building a wall
in all this rain

There was an omen
it was going to be
more than a ripple

The remorseless rain
beats against the wall
the wind rippling the puddles
of water on the path.

At the window
I ask 'Is it an omen?
Were the seer's words
as senseless as they seemed?'

My life is not for you ..
My love is to demonic ..
My days are so dynamic..
I know you need romantic..
You need a dream..
You want to kiss..
You have to love..
My world is very complicated.
My dreams are not romantic ..
My weeks are so chaotic..
I  have to fight..
for every moment ...
I have to beg
for every kiss..
For every dream..
For love..
For life..
For You ?

Being the musician in the room you will never know how it truly feels to hear the sound of your own music, for you are the origin of that very noise.