Big empty room

With wonderful acoustics;

Your steps echo

In every corner.

You come closer,

You observe,

You measure.

All the keys and strings

Throw you out

Of your regular breathing rhythm.

Your rough finger pads

Touch the virgin nylon

And dusty keys;

You perspire,

I am waiting.

You sit down,

Breathe in,

And out.

You know

Something is not right,

You need to take the matter

In your own hands.




Let’s begin.

I am your instrument,

Tune me,

Play me,

Extract all the

The beautiful sounds

From your mind,

And make me

Make every one of them.

The strings are still vibrating,

Sending signals,

And calming down,

Ready for the tune of your life.

My worst enemy

Withering smiles,
The sunset  of my future.
I keep watching the wind
Taking the essence
Of what I am and used to be.
Pour the memories
Over my eyes;
It’s not tears,
Just the wind,
Cold wind.
I always tear up
When the wind is cold.
Your hands are the cello notes
That squeeze my heart
Every time the melody
Touches my ears.
I keep walking towards
The edge of the abyss
That tries to engulf me
With every touch,
Every look.
I end up being
My worst enemy,
Engaging into a fight with myself
Without a chance to win.
Sinking in the bog
Of my past,
Of your past.
So shift the gears,
Let the engine ignite.
And if it stalls,
I’d be the brake
That never works.
As always…