She’s wondering how,
whenever her fingers touch the strings of her guitar,
the tree always swings,
with her melody.
Sounding like the raindrops falling on the leaves,
fluent like the stream of the sea..
Now she closes her eyes,
gasping for breath,
longing for a rest..
Now, she lets her voice sound again,
fresh and new like the discovering of a new symphony playing in our hearts..
Fingers; striking on the strings,
escape of the unreal world.
Feelings; longing for understanding,
aching for fulling of their empty souls..
Her voice discovering the coldness of this empty room,
the room soon fulfilled with the warmth of her voice..