if you just could . . .
sing that song,
say those words,
again,
when I need it most

open windows invite the light inside, is YOUR window open ???

in the good deep corner of my thoughts,
there is always a place for you to show up,
with no need saying a word,
just by magic of your presence,
to freshen up my mind and soul,
that you DO exist

rushing forward to where everyone else is sliding: Ahead

carved culture

winter, a love song being composed

in a cold snowy day in a big city, there are still lovely & lively things to observe

beer time is always a relax time when you travel Paris

this is not the only thing's gonna remain after your life,
or is it for most?

music, the language of hearts

smooth, sharp and quick, like all brilliant moments in life

a lifeless nature could be as promising as . . .

"You are the music while the music lasts." ~T.S. Eliot