• Grey rainy days
    Cold, windy and dark.
    White glims of light
    Black, the color of darkness
    The sound of violens
    Slowly gliding through strings
    Closed eyes, listening the rain and wind.
    Flashbacks, of the past.
    Afraid, of who will judge.
    Peddles of a rose, that drifts across.
    In the silent winds
    Currents of grey waters, slowly drafting.
    Tears, sliding without a sound.
    Grey docks of seas.
    Is the silent sound of a black piano.
    Your skin is grey
    Your finger tips are cold.
    The eyes of a dog are curious.
    The knife on the counter is shinny.
    The tree with no leaves, is dead, empty.
    Visions are dark and seeking day.
    Fire is beautiful, but deadly.
    Ashes are dusts of memories.