Coming into the light
Like a mad insect
Breathing in the dust
Coming to you on my knees
Rediscovering my voice
Still being able to use it
Becoming sometimes
An elusive dream
Touching musicians
Smiling to faces
At four in the morning
Becoming only an image
Being here for a moment
Without any appointment
Feeling all the courage
To give myself to you
And then letting you come to me
Like a magical lover
And bury you
Under my music cry
Coming into the light
Like a mad insect
Breathing in the dust
Coming to you on my knees