when you wish for it, but don`t want it hard enough (or life in half-note)

you let silence get one second too close…. you call one second too late…. you reach out to touch me one second after the moment vanishes.
you wake up one second after the morning has passed away… you start dreaming one second after my dreams have faded. you hold my hand one second after it got cold.
you look into my eyes one second after i had already closed my eyelids. you love my soul now, but winter came in one second ago.
you wish for it now, but i burnt that second…. just one second before you had wished for it.

half moon on strings

Luna sta agatata de-un portativ neterminat. Un sfert de suflet viseaza la tot, la o nota intreaga, la cheia sol. Fara diez, fara bemol. Pana atunci ingana singura o patrime de nota, monotona si ingalbenita de atata noapte. Unde s-o fi pierdut toata simfonia??