not with words

not going to go away
not with words
made of inks and papers
to not accept it
a layer right on top of things
hiding the holes and the carves
deep..low
i will catch the next train
it is only
in a few minutes..

hold your arms

I have come to war with you
i am on your side
you are on the other
I have seen your ways
and i have seen the destruction
hold your arms
hold your arms

white boxes

made of parts
that will be remembered
and pieces that will not
and not because you didn't want to
but because they just got lost
among one of the white boxes
or got thrown away
by mistake.

a way of thinking

a thought
could be addicting
a way of thinking..

..and before you know it
it will freeze
and now you can’t swim in it anymore
but you can walk on it
if you trust that the ice is thick enough
you are scared of falling
into the water again
you know
that this time
it will be too cold
and you might even
cut yourself with the broken ice

so you try
to think about something else..

clear

I look ahead
As I pass over
And pass across
It has all fallen into place
I just need to learn to walk straight
I just need to learn to walk unafraid
A clear and uplifting mind
A clear and free mind

under my feet

the white road ahead
so inviting
the sound of the snow
under my feet
days melting into one another
like the snow flakes on my skin
feels so clean
and simple
and it feels like
it can go forever
so I keep my head high
and my thoughts floating
the possibility
is there..

live inside

it is an ugly day
only if you see it that way..

i live mostly in my thoughts
names..
i forget easily
even stories
so I have to try
to remember
i have to try
to live inside the second
not after it
and not before it

to live
and see
through
the innocent eye

i have thoughts
hiding behind my hair
i can’t cut my hair
i can’t cut my hair

no narrative

there is no narrative
just about a walk
and what comes to mind
during this walk
the feel of the day
and the colors
and the ways things were
and the way things can be..

don't overreact

less time to think
more time to act
don't overestimate
don't exaggerate
don't overreact

there will be circles
so hold on to you seat
hold on to your thoughts
dance over the rocks
dance over the rocks

it all passes

it all passes
maybe that's the sadness
that it keeps spinning
that it brings back
the same good days
and the same good nights
and the then the falling off the world nights
maybe that's the harsh reality of it
that it all passes
no matter how heavy
no matter how bright
the high and the low
maybe that's the sadness
that it keeps repeating
or maybe that's the beauty of it
i'm not exactly sure

no promises

for today
i can enjoy the sun
tomorrow has to make
no promises

and the night

i fall
in the hands of night
and the night
offers me a return
to my imagination..

i follow
the night
and the night
leeds me to the river
leeds me to the colors
offers me more
than i ever imagined..

tempted

from each side
there is a different view
from time to time
there is a different feel

i wonder what passes
i wonder what remains

melting on my skin

through both eyes
i never realized
how much i missed it

i absorb each flake
melting on my skin
and i let it sink

this is the start
of another journey
and i am glad to walk it
with both feet
through the white..

spittelmarkt

it's a memory
with colorful floating balls
and lights in the trees
it's a memory
beside the river
with a real splash
of life..

it lured us

the lake invited us
it lured us
we followed it's path..

it changes colors with us
and we look to it
for direction
clarity
and inspiration

one night

wrap one night
inside an old cloth
tie two knots
and put it inside
your old box
put the box behind the clothes
behind the other nights
close the white closet door
lock it

one day you will come to it
one day you will come to it

at least for the song

everything cycles
everything fades
and then finds the energy
to be again

it's good to be able to see
that the trees have changed color
and not miss it
it's good to be able to hear
the notes changing
the tone changing
and not miss it

it's good to be able to grow
within the cycle

everything starts
everything flows
and peaks
and then quiets down
at least for the song

to be able to play the flute
i will need to hear it

a soothing voice for the night
a twilight

everything cycles
everything fades
and then finds the energy
to be again

krumme lanke

walk into a path
that leads to a lake
and sit there
for hours..

enjoy the fog

and one day it starts
it starts making sense again
what you had been doing
to get to where you are
it starts justifying
and then it becomes
enjoyable

for me
a new way
could open
only if i allow it
and there is a fire
only if i don't dry it

seconds will be recorded
and then thought about
and then lived again
or maybe made sense out of

guide
take hold
of the strings

easy to get distracted
easy to miss the big picture
steer clear of the fog
steer right into the fog
but get stuck
and enjoy the fog
enjoy the fog.