Linger

first movement

Mother cries while airy sounds of angels linger in my ears

Visions change to an almost tangible feeling

Youth without love- divided

Youth indestructible, but without love- incomplete

Alone without her...stagnant and cold

I needed you then


second movement
It was sounds of angels...boys don't dream of warm touches and innocent kisses

Your lips- now- almost one with mine

love so true and simple; like the ocean weathers the stone- inevitable

Love and danger! O' if it were eternal!

On these nights I search and find her

Her love- now- an almost tangible feeling