Soft, Silent, Empty You come to me But only if I call you very softly. Even the sound of my voice It is too much, Too loud. My breath It is a storm, My heart beat Is a thunder. Inmost silence Is my call to You. I only have to look, There is Your face In every light I can perceive, In every shape and color. The darkness is A pupil of Your eye. And yet, It’s all reflections Wherever I can look. It is impossible To see You face to face, But only face in face. I have to be an empty mask So you will try me on. If only I can train my ear well enough There is Your subtle voice In every sound, In every movement There is Your dance. I only have to follow you. To be Your shadow, As I am. To be an empty cup Without a bottom. So only then You fill me up Again… From Book VI, Part I Songs for a Lonely Night, 2008
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