lyrics / impressions and their pictures.
windy
coldness is around the corner
when the wind slowly loosens the leaves off it’s branch
and they float in all their colours
to the ground.
we ask ourselves: what is in between the tree and the ground?
the surface and us?
the wind has blown
and the leaves will fall
in all their colours to the ground
and with each leave
time is passing
and with the last nothing is stirring
trees fall asleep
your voice flatters in the wind.
deep the river flows
to who we are or might belong
breaks through the stones
and forms lights water signs
unfound and through
now seeking for the words
to describe these streams
bright like the river reflection
to meet you on the bottom clear
for now these streams
turn in daylight.