what do you see?

in viareggio: very very late at night after our gig

A window brings light
day and night it shines
the floor reflects it

the case was ready for the trip
bits of life locked in
he carries it with pride

the speaker told you the way
paths of joy and pain
we follow and swallow

tomorrow comes today
the sun is waking up
I sleep through time

A fly loves a bee
like colours going blind
fallen ballet dancers

All hands up
white and pale they rise
A storm is coming