The flow in my fingers moves with the wind
On my piano, they twist, twirl and they bend
You lead me into a new world, new sounds
I trip over
Piano
Waiting Pen
Ahh, you have returned to me at last. Welcome!
For I waited, not knowing if the day would come
Oh this warmth is most sublime, you poor soul
Come take
Summer’s Love
You catch me off guard once more, suddenly
My heartbeat stops then vanishes drunkenly
Darling won’t your glossy lips wait for me?
Do they have errands or some place to
Grey
I am a flower, small, cold and almost dead
In my world, nothing is done but all is said
This world is dead as well, nothing is warm
No wind
Pearly Eyes
She sits on a cloud on atop the seven skies
I cannot forget the light of her Pearly eyes
Come, lover’s sickness, I need your fever
I dream of her