Ich stehe noch
Sie sagten: Steh aufrecht. Als könnte man einen Menschen mit geraden Linien erklären. Ich habe versucht, eurem Blick zu entsprechen. Lange. Ich stehe noch. Ich lernte eure Sprache. Ich nickte…
Petrichor – When the Rain Falls on the Stones
It tastes like homesickness, the first rain after summer. From thirsty stones the old life rises like theatre smoke at dusk. A quiet world comes drifting through windows left behind.…
Still Following Me Home
We were only waiting, two strangers in the light. You leaned beside an open window, summer dressed in white. You spoke — I never caught the words. They vanished with…
Toward the City
The day slips softly from the night, humming on invisible strings. It turns above the waking fields, a lonely wheel with silver wings. The morning pours across the land, where…
Number One – CD
NUMBER ONE Life is just an exhibition Life is just an exhibition, A rehearsal for what's real. Flipping through the possibilities, Time erases how you feel – Little by little,…
Calling Me by Name
Maybe someone holds the thread, Maybe no one does. Still the morning finds my heart, Calling me by name. There is a garden time forgot, Where childhood's shadows fade; The…
The Little Green Spirit
Nobody knew where he came from, The little green spirit smiled. Moss in his hair, Dew in his eyes, Following swallows for miles and miles. He walked so softly, The…