He hears music everywhere -
in coffee cups, in empty corners,
and even in the wood and stones,
he’s taking notes from the air.
His fingers play on any table,
on steering wheel, or naked knee,
He is a a member of great league,
the league of master music fable.
Observing this participation,
this godly giftedness, mystery.
I think, I know who is he
and what’s his final destination.
He is beyond the normal laws,
He’s master of the fire dragons
which flying in eternal darkness.
I know his passion, songs and chords.
Foresee his steps on music stairs -
supersonic and impeccable.
Foresee what he is real able,
Let’s start dissolving. Ready, steady...
He's searching music in reflections,
my body sounds in his fingers,
that music which has no deep links,
no aim, no future, no directions.