River

River

The wind is gently calling your name,

Blowing softly, whispers in vain.

The sun is hiding, casting a shadow,

I see it today, will I see it tomorrow?

The clouds have stopped moving across the sky,

Rain keeps on falling, I do not know why.

The moon, it moves from here to there

Fading for ever, going nowhere.

Sadness flows freely as river of tears,

Yet, a new day will begin, I'll hide my pain.

I never knew loneliness could be so deep,

Flowing, a river in me, coming to you...

Violinist

Crazy Violinist

He did not come from the sea
nor from the mountains;
did not have a wife to love
and no God to pray;
did not speak any languages,
to talk played a violin
found at the end of a dream
under the sky of a night long gone.
He would come suddenly
in the center of the town.
Around, a circle of people
stood silent, to see him play.
His notes were waves
brought by the crushing ocean.
Like a light never seen before
paints rocks and stones,
his music in no time
fills all the streets,opens doors and windows.
Men stand amazed, listening;
women….
the women enchanted loose their breath
while the wind dressing them
steals them away.
He left as he came
leaving in his place
a whiff of thin air and the music,
following him as he went.

Night fell, while people closed the doors
Hoping to see him again.
The first stars were already falling,
silence,

then all around,
the night slowly obscured the remembrance
of a violin coming from nothing
brought a free flight in all the sky,
without borders nor fear.