The symphony of one

We are bound to the hearts of others, the life we lead shall be entangled and never shall our heart beat in isolated lonesomeness, but echo into the corridors of friendship, love and hate. Endless drums will fill the void of our existence, beat after beat, crossing other paths making a symphony of it’s own kind. It is then, that the determination of our life takes place. Where our future and past meet each other’s present. Do we alter our course of life within a split second? Or can it not be possible to have a life changing experience at the passage of a single breath?

From the moment of birth until the minute we perish, life orbits around us in little defining moments our memories will have in safekeeping within our minds. It is then that we must be cautious with the actions we plan to take, for it may be defining, not only for the fate of your own, but for the fate of those who’s heart beat in your symphony. 

Never rush your notes, they will come with their own time, leaving the silence between the former and the prior creating a sweet absence and a taste for more.

Quote

"De onbesproken stilte heerst luider dan de oorverdovende mening."

Whistle

I threw a penny in a wishing well
with a wish to bring you near
looking down in the deep
wishing you where here

I was holding a clover in my hand
Can't remember if it were three or four
you've got no eyes in your back
So I ran off looking for more

I stole the shoes of a horse
hoping those footsteps made you return to me
but it got wild and angry
now because of those shoes I cannot see

I ran through thirteen forests
across meadows, mountains and seas
Even though storms used to pass
I cannot feel a single breeze
Still searching,
hoping to find the luck I used to own
Cause ever since I learned your name
I hate it to be alone.

That drinking song!

Play the fiddle, and whistle all day long.
Dance and jump to every drinking song!
Bottoms up, to every man's call!
Take a long walk home
without a single fall.
Tomorrow we must be away
Rise up early to see the break of day
Scramble together all your courage and heart
to the beginning of a new story
The beginning of a new part

An adventure lies ahead
Facing danger,
when our return is not certain yet
But when we do, we'll play the fiddle
And we'll whistle like before
Go out and drink
Knock on every door!
Until again we must away
Pack our things and walk
to a possible dismay.
Even though our road is long
packing a small hope of return
We'll continue to sing our drinking song.

A bitter man's heart

I used to have a purpose
I used to have a rhyme
back when I was running away
Guess I changed with time.
I used to have a garden
flooded with flowers and trees
now they're all rotten
No more birds and no more bees
I used to have a purpose
And some love that I could share
But now I'm so bittered
that I don't even care.