So sleepy…
The piano’s voice slowly whispers
in pink notes.
The crows pinch the old moon
with their poisoned peeks
and now it floats
over the notes
over the stars
mille apart…

So sleepy…
Time is craving, climbing
high seconds, feeling so old,
dusty and cold,
Can’t think about tomorrow
I’m lost in fog…
Flying on the moon
over the pink cloud
laughing out loud ,
making no sound…