Pied. No Pied.

If that magic flute Would play 
that charming song of yours
I Could not hesitate but say 
you go ahead and lead the way

The sweet aroma flowing out
Has filled my head with dreams
The balance does not tip for stats
In this space if you sing

I see it standing still between the odds, 
she cannot tell Whether the path leads up 
to heaven or it spirals down to hell 
it is on us to take the risk today

we shall commit to walk the path, 
and sail the way. should oceans 
be in our way, just reach out for my hand
I’ll prop your shoulders then

And if the storms will takes us down
We might just fall with broken bones
But we’ll not bend to scary thoughts 
of winds, and waves or debris rocks 

We’ll stand the scorching days 
and freezing nights and if we are  in need to light 
we’ll burn our hope on altars 
to warm up our bodies and our souls

And if the gods agree with us
We’ll bloom like flowers
sending shoots to sing with angels
joyful, hopefull hosannas 

Here and there along the path
We will raise and spin in circles 
like the planets - trying 
to revolutionize their dance

We'll do it even though we've learned
there is no end to our problems
joys and pains;  There is just music
And the will to dance.

My house

I have got a musical door
Which sings all day long
The tiniest rumors
Ever heard through a keyhole.

I have got a well polished floor
Which would shake her own knees
Dancing twist all night long
Should she be freed from gravity

I have got all my windows curious
About the morning traffic outside
Cars, dogs, people and trucks
but I find them alright 
since they have never ceased
to give light

In my house I made room
For a dog who has the habit to howl
At the moon requesting To be shown
where in the night she has hidden his bone

Fall

She was filled with the sweetness
Of summer memories
Yet her face was wrinkled
Due to the premonition of winter.
She fell gently at the root
Of her own tree of life
And prayed that her flesh
Would feed the young shoots.
She thought that fall
Could not be too bad
If in her leaving she was
Given the chance to be reborn
As the seed of a new tree of life

morning drive/joyfully yours

each morning i drive
on the same road
and though know where it takes me
i have never been bored

each day the spiders
have woven their nets
high up in the air
looking for innocent pray

the sun works every day
at piercing the dark
with a bundle of rays
illuminating the path

the school bus reliably stops
at the railway, while children
are waiting to get our in the world
and make this day joyfully theirs