He found me again –
gentle and undemanding, smooth and kind.
I can feel his touch on my skin
through the last sunrays.
The air is so chilly
like I am in a winter fairytale.
The violin is filling the space
with the most beautiful delicate sounds.
They float and land
on the broken pieces of my soul.
They mend them so tight
as if they were never scattered.
It is so cold and so magical!
The sunrise dances gracefully on the melody.
The sky is changing subtly its colors.
Colors no one could ever capture...no one,
but the heart.
The city is buzzing and laughing and humming –
The last sunrays are bouncing off my curls...
The notes are softly touching my eardrums...
The city noise is tying everything
into the fabric of timeless happiness…
God, it’s freezing!...Immersing enchantment, resonating
with every single particle of my existence…
Who’s out there? Am I here?