She again said it's god who is controlling everything.I smiled.She then asked me,what image comes to my mindwhen she says god.I said no image.'No imag..
Let those stray birds flock again in your branchesLet the wind flow through their feathersLet the heap of withered leaves under your autumn branchesbe..
i thus wrote the first song for youfilling it withthe burdened silenceof un-uttered wordsand their endless meanings.and when you open your skyto liste..