Moving Sky
We shared one winter (…) in intervals. The emptiness between the words became our music.
The moon begins her flight
Under a moving sky
Circles of fire
Diving into dreams
Getting deeper inside
The sun unwinds in pride
I write it down
A simple and secret “goodbye”
You said “silence”
I said “bird”
“Silence” I thought
And you became this bird
Who in flames was born
5 am
The night is turning into sober light
A constant flow of sound
Singing inside
We‘re drowning into glaring white
“Are there cliffs?”, I asked
You drew maps of vessels on my wrist
The mirror reflected your smile
I write it down
A simple and secret “goodbye”
(geschrieben 2011)
In loving memory of my friend Brian Skipton Clark, who made this song sparkle in its own way: