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iET
Just Below The Surface
I have been talking to her for so long. I persist I believe that she’ll come back to me. If only she hears me again. Feels me again.
She and I are one.
Nobody can separate us.
I miss her. And she misses me, too. Even if she is afraid to say so out loud. Behind the glass my words don’t get through to her. The chords that I whispered in her ear when she was sleeping. The notes that I wrote out in her brain The rhythm of her heart that I caused to accelerate or slow down.
But my caresses and temptations were fruitless. The wonder and the desire to create did not materialize. Sometimes she seemed to awaken. But then she stopped me. Out of bounds. Until yesterday. The glass has been broken. Time to win her for me again.
We have been one for so long. She and I. From the moment she was born.
She fed me with her voice, with her instruments. She brought me to life. so that others could also hear what she and I are together. I send the birds ahead: sing for her. I make the trees rustle: give her air. I ask the flowers to grow around her: surround her with beauty.
While her finger traces the woodgrains in the beams in this attic room, she suddenly seems to hear me, feel me, remember me.
I raise my voice: Yes, remember us! You must not deny our love, iET. Softly, she hums the words that are ours. Still questioningly. Still hesitant. But I have all the time in the world. I’m not gone. I was never gone. For I am you. And you are me.
Together we are the wooden fundament, that solid basis.
The beams that cherish and protect you and the ones you love. Together we are the house, the light and the oxygen. Sing, compose, create. She hears me, and smiles...
I have been talking to her for so long. I persist I believe that she’ll come back to me. If only she hears me again. Feels me again.
She and I are one.
Nobody can separate us.
I miss her. And she misses me, too. Even if she is afraid to say so out loud. Behind the glass my words don’t get through to her. The chords that I whispered in her ear when she was sleeping. The notes that I wrote out in her brain The rhythm of her heart that I caused to accelerate or slow down.
But my caresses and temptations were fruitless. The wonder and the desire to create did not materialize. Sometimes she seemed to awaken. But then she stopped me. Out of bounds. Until yesterday. The glass has been broken. Time to win her for me again.
We have been one for so long. She and I. From the moment she was born.
She fed me with her voice, with her instruments. She brought me to life. so that others could also hear what she and I are together. I send the birds ahead: sing for her. I make the trees rustle: give her air. I ask the flowers to grow around her: surround her with beauty.
While her finger traces the woodgrains in the beams in this attic room, she suddenly seems to hear me, feel me, remember me.
I raise my voice: Yes, remember us! You must not deny our love, iET. Softly, she hums the words that are ours. Still questioningly. Still hesitant. But I have all the time in the world. I’m not gone. I was never gone. For I am you. And you are me.
Together we are the wooden fundament, that solid basis.
The beams that cherish and protect you and the ones you love. Together we are the house, the light and the oxygen. Sing, compose, create. She hears me, and smiles...