As though you are here with me,
I hear your thoughts
expanding in the soul of humanity-
Poe as life giver and music enchanter
In the dark choir, ravens revenge him.

For ever more.

I wait for leaves to die and melt with your poems,
entering in the heavenly womb of the earth.
My mind behaves like a dark knight
who wants to curse the daily wrath.

My soul can fly in timeless woods,
on ethereal castles and evenings.
I hear your words whispering inside my time,
the poet's loneliness
can rest no more.