loft

 
something in me
has been looking for
any sound
...
you are lost
by the harmonies
toneless
toneless
toneless
 
tons of stones
on the floor
my eyes
your hands
...
no sound
no color
no action
 
something in us
lets the colors stay
in the corners of the gallery
 
without fear
painless
without the flavor
...
 
PAR