~¤~

the unforgiving city silhouette
pictures shape in the form of the past
but I don't want to forget
dried tears never running down in regret

~*~

the night is singing the city's songs
streetlights bringing beauty and rhythm
but the mirror lacks my reflection
the portrait's as the music sounds

~*~

the morning of the city betrays
dazzled by life when my thoughts are condemned
knows how silent tears echoes when reality's crying

(Vilhelm Kvist 04/09/09)

LPWJ eng version 05/09/09