The Musician

Strum the strings of my heart

Sing to me...

Sing to me

like a waterfall, rushing down the rocks

crash me in you, you in me

Dance with me...
Dance with me

hearts, beating the same beat

breathes, catching the same pace

Behind the darkness’s veil,

in the blues of the dawn

Break out of your skin...

And touch me with your soul

Hold my hand,

Soar above to the light

Hit the sky with a high note

burst with me...

and shower throughout the night in meteors

Fall in me, deep through the eyes
Come raining down inside my chest
swirl with me,
in the whirlpool of our hearts...

and spin the world around in Viennese waltz


Play for me,
the song of the souls...
Sing to me, heart to heart.

Time Bombs

Puffs of thoughts, like smoke
circle in my head
and vanish into the walls of my mind,
dying young
almost as if, they were never born
as if they never lived
it kills to breathe
and with every beat,
something sacred
something deep inside dies a little bit
The world, a question in itself
a mystery
and the answer, wrapped in folds of 'end'
The end,
always too soon it comes
always too late to know
almost, in vain to find
Life, a puzzle that when solved, destroys itself.