us

oh lovers, oh you artists
turn up the volume
out here on the farthest shores of the galaxies
I can barely get the signals
I can barely hear your voices
and I am the child of the ages
I was born amongst you
now here I sit, on my watch of the horizons
And I wait
wait for signs, for any sign at all
and sometimes I get nervous, and I get lonely
at others I am immersed in joy and I wish to forget
even of home
for may be I now see the signs on the horizons, I hear the bells too loud?
for now I can not hear your voices anymore
to remind me of my strings, or to teach me words
words that we would both understand