Another Place

05.06.1997

Another day,
Another place,
Another song…
The same indifference.
Nobody seems to listen.
The night falls above him
With the sound of music.
His only friends, the stars and his guitar,
Help him to dream
Of a world full of beauty and love.
It is cold, and the moon
Smiles at him with detachment.
He’s holding a happy thought,
Trying to warm himself,
But the fingers are stuck on the cords
And the music has ceased
Its romantic flow.
He feels that his heart
Stopped singing as well…
“At least I have opened
The gates for the others to sing…”
And he falls in deep sleep
With a smile on his lips.