A rose. On the waterfall. Scene. Behind the shadows. And the light. Piano. Silent. Ancient. A puppeteer. In his game. Eternal. Boring and exciting. But Forgotten. She. And Them. Forsaken. Here. A labirinth of souls. And minds. And bodies. A garden of flesh. Beautiful. But decaying… But Beautiful. Touch. Feel. Hear the muted voices. From within. And beyond. Waiting. Growing. Aging. Everlasting. Crying. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. He died. And rose from the ashes. To die again. Is he smiling ? Yes he is. Through tears. How touching. A boy and his bird. Hussh, my child, fall asleep. As the others. Fall of the king. The knight - Black or White? Check. Fall of the queen. Through the ages. Black.
And again. Hail to the gray! – cry out the crimson red one. And faded away. But the little fiery green saw him. And never let himself grow and age. Shall we ?

Somewhere between those words I have locked my inner self. If you can’t find it – don’t worry , just “walk the line” …