Play

[Act I]

Can you see all that I am
How I protect by hiding things
As I conceal what is true and build a labyrinth of poetry
Romanticism and melancholy being the bricks and wood
Sadness and joy blooming from the garden of thoughts
Gates mold from letters after another, barriers for the cold realism

[Act II]

Colors of twilight flickering on the wall
Evergreen grass moist by dew
Setting Sun painting everything with purple and red
Making the waters glare with gold
Giving the surrounding world a chance to be beautiful
Even for a moment before it's gone

(Nightbird raises its head, croaking for the crown of sky)

After the Sun's descent
The Moon ascends above us
Resting on its throne as a nocturnal queen
Hearing the cries of woeful hearts, how their troubles are untold
Witnessing how secrecies unfold
During the night's silent hours
The wind blows through leaves of trees
Gaia singing the lullabies for those who are unrest
And in her solitude she weeps
As a mother for a child that bleeds

[Act III]

(Dawn chorus can be heard, dreamtime is now dispelled)

Morning is greeted by Moon's temporary downfall
Enemies, nay... friends sign their treaty of nychthemerona
The Sun casts its rays upon the waking world
And so dawns the new day
With the magic of nighttime fading away

(We disappear back into present)

Road.

The Sun crowned the scenery serene
Solitary soul drummed the wheel
Tires burned asphalt underneath
Power lines, lonely houses and lamp-posts

They kept leaving behind.  

The War

I've never been off to a war before
It's my first tour and I'm already missing the home
We are told to shoot a man of different view
Tearing apart what is already askew

Strangest thing to see
Is a barbed wire separating us from the no-man's-land
It's unwise to stand with head up they tell
But why is it so easy to climb over the highway bridge's rail and face the hell

Icaros had wings and desired to be free
Yet the friend of mine couldn't see
The man on the mirror, who he wanted to be
Said he needed to feel like flying
Lot didn't suspect he'd found solace by dying

Today I heard old Tim's going to have a poor burial
As for outsiders our war seemed so trivial
Wonder when we're going to hear the next call
Who gets the honor of being first to climb over the wall

Nightfall

Sun sets beyond the horizon
Painting the sky with shades of purple and gold
It flickers on the water and clouds
Bowing for all, before the shadows fall

(The pearl now rests on the velvet)

And the serene tune of nightbirds
Echoes for lonesome hearts
For the sleepless children,
Turning in their cribs
For the brethren of Moon and stars


Across the sea of indigo
Over the myriad of isles
From tarmac and city kills
From desert sands to rolling green hills
 
We bathe in the last rays of light
Firstborns of night, we breath its air
And thus we're free from care

The Song Of Your Own

This is a song,  a composed musical piece. 
But can you hear it? 
Can you see it on the paper? 
How has ink told its tale - how has a pen been a tool for an art? 

There's no same melody for your song and mine, nor we share the same lyrics. 
I cannot hear your story in its grandeur and you cannot hear mine.

You see, its notes are the cries of your heart and its lyrics are your deepest wishes, all echoing in you.

You are the songwriter, the poet and the song itself.
The masterpiece.

The House Of A Soulless man

Soulless man has sold his house
Built some years ago to host a heart
Not mine, nor yours alone
But ours, entwined - combined

It wasn't much
Not a mansion of any kind
I just wished
It could be enough

And sometimes
It's easier to leave the world behind
Walk away, to far unknown
To leave the past behind

Next time we see again
We greet with a nod
Two strangers along the road
We are

And sometimes
It's easier to leave the world behind
Walk away, to far unknown
To leave the past behind