To balance is a
feather in the heart of the...

When music is fine
what difference does it make...

"The first E"
There is a sip just a sip...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...

knock-knocking
on my wooden door...

There are the freeze bees
Teasing me to sneeze...

It makes no sense:
Who does play the music...

The most splendid song of despair
that I have ever sung...

Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...

From white
to white...

Snows are gone.
blossoms...