You know how sometimes
the car is not only a machine,
but a love scene?
Two persons sitting,
engine is quietly holding its breath
and the crickets are in charge of the walz.
Silence is the key to happiness,
but laughter is the sin of mortals.
And here it goes-
a hand, touches
an eye, locks in
a heart, skips a beat
a breath, is lost
only to be found
between the lips.
A scene with a never ending feeling.
Why yell cut?
Why says something?
When behind the car is hiding
a conductor, whose glasses are so small, and his hair
is so gray,
but his smile is as big as the wheel that is there
to witness the meaning
of life.