Your voice with million and one color right here flying to my ear. Makes me happy like a little child with just one dollar and his tears when it disappears. The whisper of your deepest thoughts sounds like an abuzzing bee . I’m just like thousands of confined swords which want to be free. Remembering…

When I take my head up from my pillow. And open my eyes right for a big show. Hope you’re lying here right next to me. Waving in your arms like in an old mans tree. Remembering your „one-man“-show, it let me smile and let me grow. Wondering how sweet you are you are so…