That sound

Every instant I see I hear I touch I speak

I think about everything that

I don’t see I don’t hear I don’t touch I don’t say

That’s what I love the most

What I perceive with my most secret senses

It has no name and it’s more real than the rest

When I’m in the dark when I’m with you

When I get shivers down my spine

When I feel the stares but there’s no one there

When I speak without talking

What I see with my eyes shut what I hear in the silence

What I remember that never happened

There’s a burning need inside me that doesn’t give me a damn

About the way things are meant to be and it only dies down

When I hear that sound that sound at last

I grab it and hold it close in the midst of these electronic circuits

I place it inside my musical maze

I don’t remember how it happened or where I was a little while ago

Its color has a vague resemblance to the ones before but it’s always different somehow

Suspended in an unknown corner where nothing else can be seen

In this intangible place there are glimpses of truth undergoing change deep and strange

Where passions stir and suffering knows no pain

Where something always appears and keeps me alive

It’s seven o’clock

I’m living bait forever waiting for that sound that I will capture

Soon very soon my love