This soul was leaking out to you …
… but only the rest the world was listening.
I am singing
in your silence
screaming in the
absence of yours
and spiraling
into the hole
you left behind.
There are sounds
here are words
and images
born because
you are gone.
„Writing a novel and setting up a whole new world because we cannot talk to you anymore“, my witch giggled into our bottle of wine. „And it‘s still not good enough.“
Until you smile at us.
We need you to smile at us.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
