i feel, scrappy, the wind, sixes and sevens, I feel you, ring a bell, there must be a piano in the empty room, free my mind with your melody, gently the palms sway, there must be a siren singing, i won't be lonely, i won't be lonely, there is just no stage here, there, with a sayonara, I say goodbye to the net, and anata has her prints on the sand, I can hear, trumpets sing, I know I can, free and jetzt there must be a language for me to utter, du or tu, not about choices, never about them, there is yesterday, I like to rub against metal, and a melody will come out, if precisely engraved, if precisely tuned, there must be a song for this moment, there always is, fastened to my mind, there is ferrer, there is yoko, no one can truly enter, 'cept u, i just listen............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................


i'll sing you the song now.

and you won't listen.