The melodies you played so long ago in your old guitar, the songs you sang to me in the distance.
You gave new life to old songs and created some new ones, because there wasn't any lyrics that could describe our long meetings at night, playing with the moon and the stars.
You didn't even have to sing out loud: I could hear your heart humming from afar. In the distance, I hummed with you, and I sang a couple of songs for you, trembling voice, closed eyes. I knew the lyrics by heart.
How bold you see
