Listening to the music, that one when you fall asleep while breathing.
The most beautiful symphony.
One that no one anywhere will be able to repeat.
And all night, i am not bored.
And all morning, I do not want to stop.
Should I wake you up.
New day arrives new symphony.
Sunlight, reflecting your silhouette.
Perfect, solid, full of life, a Greek goddess.
I hear nothing.
I see pictures of life, pictures of us young.
As a child first word spoken.
I can’t wait.
To hear new symphony, to see new images.
Words, not remembered tomorrow.
Images never seen.
Melodies, not heard.
And every day, i certainly know.
I am blessed how much i have to the end.