I measure time in letters not written to me, in "I love" not told to me.
I have learned by heart the whole range of notes from which I create my masterpieces, the silence of my room.
I studied to the shade the landscapes that paint the rain on my windows. I feel the minutes of my loneliness slipping through my fingers.
I have learned to listen to the songs of the wind that comes from the places where your voice sounds.
I melted sadness and loneliness in anticipation of the day of our meeting.
I catch with open palms icy snowflakes-greetings, keeping the distant warmth of your hands.
But I don't know only one thing: does my image live in your dreams? But the answer to my only question is so easy!
Just find me! Don't pass by! Reach me through distance and time. Look into my soul.