I sing with nymphs

Don’t worry, I won’t leave a trace

Won’t take much of your time and space

Your glass with little water left to dry

Everything will stay in its right place

My steps are soft and quiet as a kiss

My breath is light

And I won’t touch a thing,

but dusty keys

To dive down deeply

Into soothing sound.

I’m a an open wound

A lonely spirit

Sheltered in your room.

With funny name,

that rhymes with (a) word “tomorrow”,

A lucid dream

a day that never comes

Let go of what had happened, and with no regret

I hope that you can easily forget

Erase me with routine, with joy and laughter

Like I was never here

And won’t be ever after

My songs and words will be all lost in time

No fingerprints or marks

Just smile and timid sighs

And I won’t take a photo

Or a book

to bring it home or leave it on your bedside shelve

I won’t indulge

Don’t want to make it harder for ourselves

Than it is already

It takes me now an ocean not to cry,

to swallow all these tears and ashen sorrow

It means a world that I could be around

I’m grateful for the happiness I’ve borrowed

For today,

like if there’s no tomorrow

I sing with nymphs

Of forest

and of northern winds

Of fragrant silence in abandoned orchard

The nymphs of mountains

And of blooming spring

I fly with swifts

to bring someone his summer

And you will hear me murmur in the rain

I’ll touch your cheek with warmth of winter sun ray

with freshness of another morning

I wish for you a life, where I remain

A dancing spark above the fire burning

A distant echo that will fade away

I’ll send you kisses through the lips of others

May angel of oblivion bless your path

Bespoke to me, you’ll better off and free

There is no need for memory of me

Some say that mirrors can remember all they see

You are my mirror

yet I see right through you

And I’m translucent

Like an autumn air

I wish you well.

Good night, my Love,

Take care.