She was sitting at my table,
yet farther than the sky,
like on those quiet afternoons
when she’d pass me by.
A shadow wrapped around her,
as if the light had found
a different tongue to whisper in,
without a single sound.
Everything around us
had to lose its voice,
before that fragile moment
could finally make its choice.
Between two meetings,
between two dreams,
she slips away
through silent seams.
Some hearts are closer
when they disappear—
between two meetings,
she’s always here.
She wears another layer,
between herself and me,
like she was always meant to live
where no one else can see.
A word, a glance, a simple touch—
they ask for all she’s got.
What takes the world a single day
is more than people thought.
Her body learned the language
of careful, measured grace.
Every step’s a conversation
time can never replace.
Some souls carry something
no reason can define.
Not everything that changes us
was meant to fit the mind.
Between two meetings,
between two dreams,
she slips away
through silent seams.
Some hearts are closer
when they disappear—
between two meetings,
she’s always here.
Between two meetings,
between the years,
I find her voice
inside the silence here.
Some answers
never come in sight—
they live beyond
our need for light.
Between two meetings…
she remains
the question
I still carry home.
Soongtext nach dem Gedicht „Zwischen zwei Begegnungen„.
Musik: Sumo