Drip
drop

the drops
drips to
the
floor

dancing
under the
lamp
all night
long
in an
old
abandoned
house

clear
is the joy
of those
who knows
the secret
of dancing
in places

where no one
seems to dance
anymore

pure is the light
shining through
the windows eyes

far away lies the
hillside

where children
once ran
up and down
just for the joy
of being fully

- alive