Flowing on the notes
Chasing the rhythm
Until I can lay
On its waves
And let it carry me
To nowhere precise
To the feeling of fine
It’s a weak bond
Leading me strong
The rhythm of the waves
The rhythm of the flames
The sound of the sea
That’s much to see
The sand of the shore
Impossible to share
Outside my pack
A pack of notes
Enveloping everything
Endless emphasis
Voice and steps, running
Singing, listen, listening
A place where
I’m really there
There’s no one
There I’m the one
With my wings
Bird sings
The songs
The words
That wanders
The wonderer











