Water Table

I can''t remember the beautiful words that meter my tempo, so each day I must poetize life, for only in musical expression do I live.

I''m never bored in nature but in human company, without conversation in some depth, I''m lost.

I am without destination. My path is the warm face that gives me direction. My days are spent rambling on any road for That, for I am a pickpocket. In the herd of humanity,...