The sound of dust

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The sound of dust

 

The skin, that edge of your infinity, this video, a question.

 

Be well

 

 

The sound of dust becoming life attracts my ears

while the sunshine

touches the roses in my backyard

 

I love everything

everything is my muse, my muse

I love everything

everything is my muse, my muse

 

So many laughs

so many tears,

so many dreams,

so many things,

so much life filling my senses, senses, senses

 

Then tell me how I could survive so much feelings

if I were not air

if I were not space to hold so much

if I were not air

if were not space to hold so much