When you wake up,
Though you still cuddle underhead - a cloudlet
Of dream, and you still know so many nightly words
But the day's waking up, colorfully - welcome!
When you wake up,
Because the sun is laying over the roofs
Early morning scarf and shade is marching away,
Crowd of birds 'round the trees are wandering - welcome!
Begin with Bach, before rooftops' sun
Jumps down like a cat after dark night.
And begin with Bach, when at door - someone
Who might come inside or maybe not...