the second floor There is a room beneath the room, a voice beneath the sound. There is a truth you never name when listening eyes surround. One word for those who hold the door, one word you keep inside. You learn to speak in harmony with everything you hide. New York lights through hotel glass, a thousand faces stare. They… Read more →
Die richtigen Fragen Ich schaue und ich vertraue. Ich sehe und ich flehe. Ich höre und ich schwöre. Ich fasse und gehör zur Masse. Ein Schritt nach vorn, ein Blick zurück, man nennt es Wahrheit, man nennt es Glück. Ich will mich sputen und warte auf die Guten. Doch jeder wartet irgendwo, und jeder glaubt, es käme schon. Wir hören… Read more →
Where the Silence Goes There is a roadI never take,a quiet turnbeside the lake. There is a nameI never say,but somehow itstill finds its way. I watched the morninglose its light,grey clouds foldinginto white. The trees stood still,the water knew,how every silenceleads to you. I kept your letterin a drawer,though I don’t read itanymore. Some things grow lighterwith the years,some… Read more →
The River Keeps My Name The river keeps my namebeneath the willow tree,where every stone rememberswhat the years took out of me. I left before the morning,before the birds could rise,with dust upon my fingersand winter in my eyes. The road was pale and empty,the fields were turning grey,I heard the church bells callingbut I had gone away. No letter… Read more →
Monex for Nothing Neon humming on the office wall, numbers rising, numbers fall. Somebody whispers, “This is gold,” same old story getting sold. He sits behind a polished screen, talking like he owns the dream. Buy it low and sell it high, draw a line across the sky. Coffee cold, the market hot, everyone wants what they’ve not got. A… Read more →
No Surrender I heard your name inside the rain, like something lost that still remains. I closed the door, I killed the light, but some old shadows stay all night. I told myself the worst was through, that time would teach me how to lose you. I learned to smile, I learned to lie, to say I’m fine and pass… Read more →
9/11 and Jeanne d’Arc Je reste fidèle à moi-même. Ich bleibe mir selbst treu. I stay true to myself. Even if the empire stands above me, even if its shadow hides the sun, I will not bow. She came from fields beneath a quiet sky, no crown of gold, no army at her side. Only a voice she could not… Read more →
More rhythm in my life tonight Hey! Come on! One, two, three, four! Sun in the window, feet on the floor, something is telling me I need a little more. More love! More light! More rhythm in my life tonight! I woke up smiling, don’t know why, maybe there’s a little bit of magic in the sky. Coffee tastes better,… Read more →
Die Sprechpuppen Es schaut in die Runde, mit leerem Gesicht. Ein Lächeln wie Maske, doch dahinter ist nichts. Abgeschirmt von den Menschen, in seinem eigenen Kreis, spricht er zu den Klatschkumpanen, die längst schon wissen, was er weiß. Das Leben dort draußen bleibt ihm seltsam und fremd. Er sieht, doch erkennt nichts, weil er die Menschen nicht kennt. Er hört… Read more →
Die verbotene Frage Ein Wort nur fehlt dir. Ein Name nur. Ein Schatten liegt auf seiner Spur. Du liebst sein Licht, doch kennst ihn nicht. Was bleibt von Liebe, wenn Wahrheit bricht? Schweig! Mein Herz hat ihn erkannt. Mein Glaube hielt an seiner Hand. Doch tief in mir beginnt ein Klang, erst kaum gehört, nun schwer und bang. Frag ihn.… Read more →
Das heilige Gebot Er steigt aus Licht und Nebel empor, kein Laut geht durch das mächtige Tor. Ein weißer Schwan zieht still zum Strand, der Fremde hebt zum Gruß die Hand. Du bist es wirklich, du Bild meiner Nacht. Mein Flehen hat dich zu mir gebracht. Nicht Ruhm hat mich zu dir geführt, nicht Krone, Gold und Menschenwort. Ein höher… Read more →
Der Ritter aus dem Traum Still liegt das Land im frühen Grau, kein Vogel ruft, kein Wind bewegt. Auf kaltem Stein liegt Morgentau, als ob die Welt den Atem trägt. Sie nennen Schuld, sie nennen Schmach, sie richten Worte wie ein Schwert. Doch niemand fragt, wer Wahrheit sprach, kein Herz, das meine Klage hört. Ich stehe hier vor Blick und… Read more →
When Valhalla Burns Spin the thread through endless night, past the roots beyond the light. Gods have written, gods have sworn, every crown must meet its dawn. The thread grows thin. The shadows rise. The end begins. Morning burns upon the stone, the distant world calls me alone. Brünnhilde, keep this ring from me, a sign of love and loyalty.… Read more →
The Silent Uprising – April 25, 1999 Quiet footsteps in the morning light No slogans raised, no signs in sight Ten thousand standing, calm and clear No one knew what would follow here Springtime in a city made of stone Along the avenue they stood alone No voices rising, only eyes Every step beneath the silent skies No flags waving,… Read more →
Paper Maps and Ashes I woke to sirens in the hall And dust on every photo frame The sky was splitting over town Like someone called my name The newsman grinned through static rain Said, “Buddy, keep your shoes on” I grabbed a coat, I grabbed the keys And rolled the windows down Everybody’s talking fast Like the floor might… Read more →
Everything Is Moving Radio talking, midnight calling, neon flickers on the wall. Headlines running, engines humming, everybody knows it all. Morning paper, elevator, coffee cooling in my hand, satellites and commentators drawing circles in the sand. Market crashing, cameras flashing, someone says the sky turned red, traffic crawling, prophets calling, half the city stays in bed. Names and numbers, summer… Read more →
The Darkened Wednesday Before the bells, before the waking streets, six wandering worlds move silently above us. And somewhere beyond the morning, the Moon is waiting for the Sun. The morning air is standing still, no bird disturbs the sky. The windows hold a silver chill, the clouds have learned to hide. Six wanderers before the dawn are written in… Read more →