After all you are a song,
No more flesh and blood,
No more a living woman,
But you are an existing song,
And it’s wrapped in words,
Words and a tune,
And a specific rhythm,
After all – you are an existing song.
Therefore sometimes when I am cold,
Quietly I settle beside you,
And sing without words-
I sing to myself.
After all, you are a song, a song being written.
All the words that you have whispered inside me,
All the words that you have whispered-
Are a song now,
Loving me, and more of what
You have felt inside me,
Words, words, words in a song being written.
I am close in the song
Like a breath,
We will open with love,
And we should finish it with what?
And we should finish it with whom?
Perhaps with you, perhaps with me?
Perhaps without words,
After all, you are my song now.
Therefore sometimes when I am cold,
Quietly I settle beside you,
And sing without words-
I sing to myself.
After all, you are a song, a song being written.
All the words that you have whispered inside me,
All the words that you have whispered-
Are a song now,
Loving me, and more of what
You have felt inside me,
Words, words, words in a song being written.