SECRET SONG 97


No one saw your last photographs
Their silent films inside
No one read your private stories
Or answered prayers you cried

One day when they unlock your diary
Find the clues, a draft outline
Sketches left in faded pencil
Threads unwound in a silvermine

Yourself invoked, a lonely seance
And then - could not return
Taking fate from coincidence
What new skills did you learn?

At last you dreamed you were flying
Then woke up - and lived it still
Inbetween imaginations
Slowly taking over will

Now no one in your family believes you
Or is aware where you belong
Hide the wounds with smoke and mirrors
No one knows your secret song.


/// From the atmosphere of playing with Katka for the first time.
Also her personal tapes of piano and voice.
Based on a 1920’s/30’s scenario, back to Anais and Selina again.///