A place to live

I can still hear that violin play
it was across the road in the inn's
attick it stayed had a lonely sound
the cry of a lost hound

it stuck with me for a long time actually
for more than a while, I travelled along
on a road more than long

'till at the end of the line I reached my
home town with all the pines where patiently
waited my bride

at my wedding night it played  for me
for the last time it was never heard of
again only when my first child came

its tune now a happy one it played at the
beginng of dawn shimmering lights wandered
across the fields after that the violin's tune ceased
to be

now an' then I try to whistle it again how much
I wish, it doesn't come to me again it must
have as I did found its place to live


(c) JR. 2015

Dawn of light

hear the grasshopper play his violin
hear the wind sing her song see the
birds on the wing

se them float along, float to where they
rest, rest, as long as they last in the
morningdew

the fortunate few born to glide at the
dawn of light

(c) JR. 1985