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
a symphony.

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.