A red shudder passes through me
I’ve opened the doors to the silence of unknown musicians.
Impudent, I keep an eye on me. I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
And. You are enough for me.
I open the door to the thought, strong, demeaning. If I gaze it, I risk to loose myself.
The step is steady, relaxed, positive. I glimpse you, in the heat of this beginning.