Improvised (for Nils Frahm)

Pocket evening

Electric piano tunes
dripping and cascading
into twilight silence

Sugar teardrops
I’d never dream
of weeping

Salty rain
I’d crave
to get soaked in

I stop doing
what I’m doing
I don’t think
don’t even breathe
and listen
just listen

With my ears
my closed eyes
my skin
my mind

bead after bead
prickle through
then swell to tides
then echo inside
my skull and chest
touching my
inner bells

(check out: Nils Frahm, *1982, German composer and musician)