Scarlet sound

​It is the sound of your breath that consoles me.
Strings in a slow musical time.
Your quick steps towards me bring me joy.
I await your sweet voice from the silence.
Your maieutic art is deep.
The tone of my life is yours,
when you sing carefree,
with childish notes.
Yesterday I wrote a melody for the horn.
You seemed to me while you do your thing with love.
In the evening, I listen to your forceful heart.
I wake up, in the new day, with your smile.


Sound, my life, you are here.
You always reach me.
Follow the paths of my psyche to manifest yourself.
You trace a path between me and my world.


You visited me as an infant.
You were glowing on that vinyl record.
I decided that I would follow you.
You are a just teacher.
There are no magic, only study.
You are born from the heart,
you tie yourself to the mind,
with astonishment you become a sign and,
with infinite love,
you let yourself be written in black and white between five lines,
turning you into eternal poetry.
You are answer.


Sound, my life, you are here.
You always reach me.
Follow the paths of my psyche to manifest yourself.
You trace a path between me and my world.


... and I find myself in myself sending a signal to the world ...