Born from silence, silence full of it A perfect concert my best friend So much to live for, so much to die for If only my heart had a home
Sing what you can't say Forget what you can't play Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes Walk within my poetry, this dying music - My loveletter to nobody
Never sigh for better world It's already composed, played and told Every thought the music I write Everything a wish for the night
Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin Died for the beauty the one in the garden Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom Failed in becoming a god
Never sigh for better world It's already composed, played and told Every thought the music I write Everything a wish for the night
"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without tears For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength. Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew The sweet piano writing down my life"
"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone Show me love, hold the lorn So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me I'm sorry Time will tell (this bitter farewell) I live no more to shame nor me nor you
And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."
A lonely soul... An ocean soul...
___________ "Если ты читаешь эти строки, думай не о руке, написавшей их... Помни только стих, крик поэта, тот, что без слез, Ибо я дал ему силу, и он стал моей единственной силой. Уютный дом, заботы матери, шанс стать бессмертным, Я не знаю, когда у меня возникла острая потребность быть нужным, Милое пианино писало мою жизнь...."
"Научи меня страсти, ибо боюсь, она ушла... Покажи мне любовь, обними сироту, Ведь я гораздо больше хотел отдать тем, кто любит меня. Прости меня, Время все расскажет (это горькое прощание) Я больше не хочу жить, стыдясь себя и тебя...
А ты... я не хочу больше ничего чувствовать к тебе..."