I’d like to think that nobody feels alone
as I am. All these blue houses,
Papered with infant dolls & pale black horses.
Crystal clear mirrors that cannot tell a lie.
What it feels like to fly with spring feathers
Different from being a lone taxidermal sparrow
in the office.
Looking outside a tall window,
I quest for a star. Sirius because he burns
the brightest. But always my gaze falls back
to the ground, where grass hymns are conducting
Dark wooden piano with missing fingerprints.
Playing an old tune that I will never hear again.
I would like to remember,
But no one offers me a hand.
As I move away from my glass window,
an unknown sadness comes me.
As if to say goodbye without saying a word
I press my hands onto the window pane.
The pink elephants are waving at me.
I have become too big for this room.