music 

cannot be

calculated 

even you're as 

cunning as a cat

laying plans like a 

military strategist

I can't 

measure the

growing that swells

in my chest when I 

reach out to your

birdsong 

and how

my sing hearts 

and no you can't 

put a price on hands

that call each other

to rub away the

void 

you're not

ready to know this 

27.01.12.