In working with language, sound and movement, personal traces of inner jorneys often emerge - sometimes even where words feel almost too small. Here, I share written soundscapes born in transitions or moments of stillness. You are invited to be touched, and perhaps even discover your own words within.
the space
between unspoken words
has grown wide
what could have been said
remained unsaid
turned unspeakable
as naturally
as we didn’t speak the unspoken
the unsaid silenced
or amplified us
in entirely different places
near the end
we realized the magnitude
as it stood before our door
unexpected unfitting
seemingly unannounced
when you arrived
I did not see you
I saw you coming
but I only saw you
when I looked into your gaze
which looked into mine
your eyes asked
who are you actually?
mine perhaps asked back the same
and your incorruptibility
I saw it right away
in short I was a bit lost
your smallness
did not diminish your sense of judgment at all
how did you do that?
now you're already gone again
and I would have liked
to have known you so much more
our feeling leans on inner seeing
I liked leaning on you
we wander the paths we are walking
I loved wandering with you
drawn into your gaze the bridge into tomorrow
may your smile be its enduring pillar
tomorrow distant like a soft whisper
we had hardly known each other
we saw one another and felt that spark
ran headalong into love
tomorrow becoming today we liked one another
I called you "darling" you called me the same
I felt as though closeness was loving the distance
drawing near yet not recognizing it
when today became yesterday I no longer remember
long gone is the longing the images fade
we`re still stuck together, but we twist
around a feeling that`s long gone
you sea ever-shimmering silk
bring me messages from afar
you rough rock brother
tell me stories of the past
you sun - star of earth
warm my soul and light my way
and you sky - boundless giant
shelter me beneath your wings
what do I need people for?
I already have it all
yet sharing - I cannot do alone
an
nur teilen - allein kann ich es nicht.
a little soul has found its way
through love into the light of day
now every path that you begin
holds tiny footsteps deep within
two eyes behold with silent grace
the wonders of this time and place
and in the touch of hand to hand
the soul begins to love - and stand
silence is, has been and will remain
as once it birthed from its own name
I can hear it from the very start
unless other sounds disturb my heart
when all I see is outward view
but cannot truly see what’s true
I hear its song and long to share
its voice for all to hear and care
when I listen I understand
that thought itself can't fully stand
it is the one that moves all things
with timeless grace it gently sings
​
I grow older
my face kindly speaks:
"the skin is an artist
and shows its firsts streaks"
I grow older
the mirror says: "the story
of life as an author
has its own glory"
I grow older
my hair composing true
plays its first symphonies
until the opera is through
I grow older
my eyes quietly agree
what I once was before
I will one day be.
dearly embraced by loving souls
your soul returns to sacred goals
softly guide you so you are led
the silent words that left unsaid
​
gratefully smiling I look behind
your independent loving mind
has enriched me and in some way
inspired my own path today