I won't be kneeling,
don't think I'll have legs...

I'm sorry they told you I was no longer breathing.
Seeing rainclouds raining...

Echoes of distant lovers,
Brothers and mothers lost amongst the play...

In naps filled with fresh fruit,
walks without replies...

Julian is singing high again.
She hit the B flat...

It was the perfect day.
A simplistic afternoon...

Format me. Forgive me...
Redirect my hardrive, friend; wife...

A recital has finished.
The game has been played...

Joy has left,
sounds are gone...

No one notices...
---The song inside my soul...

Scenes of a Restaurant
Children play...

Little blue Parakeets,
they rough around all day...