without you

let the candle flame
replace
a ray of sunshine
of its own choice

leave the doors shut
tightly from within

may the surrounding vacuum
hum traffic songs
'heaven is in your mind'

translate the hum -
letters, words, lines
and surprisingly encrypted passages

black ink, hand made paper

would surprise you after a while
and sound so alien,
when you try to interpret
those words - once again
for yourself

words you cannot recognize
or remember -
unbelievable, that they were born
from somewhere within you

without you