Norman Möschter

This sound is dying

This little bird around the corner

sings a song that pleases me.

And i imagine watching it, yet

i can't find it, i can't see.

This wondrous song keeps all i dream of,

very deep, deep within me.

So all my dreams start climbing up, yet

i can't find them, i can't see.

Now the sound, it seems, is weakening,

the wind plays silly tricks on me.

I try to follow, try to find what

reminds me of this melody.

Just whispered darkness is remaining,

clouds and shadows cover me.

And the song i used to dream of

is blurring my reality.

All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Norman Möschter.
Published on e-Stories.org on 03.02.2013.

Your song is bewitching. ihg

Alma Brosci03.02.2013

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