Gardener

You garden
the forsaken flowers
with watery words, silvery silences, heartfelt songs and the
appropriate amount of sunlight.
Hope bearer,
We grow at different paces and directions,
steadily happy
because the musician that was passing by
stopped and cared.

Open heart

I breathe

The sound of you, and light

enters my heart. 

It's open.

It's his own master and it chooses you.

In life, in light, in love, in sound.

Inner Music

You are the tree
We cover on,
the comforting shade
Where the sun can touch
our eyes
through.
The wind can bring you sound
As a leaf softly shakes.
Tough you are outside,
embracing away life
where we truly meet you...
is when
we look in.