Yesterday's Dream

Inspired by a real dream and by:



It's too harsh
It's too much...
It breaks, can't you feel?
It hurts, can't you hear?...

...It was your piano last night, crushed under merciless fingers...
Its keys were flowing down, like plastic,
Heated by moonlight rays.

I was standing there, like a shadow painted by Leonid Afremov;
I didn't necessarily expect anything
But I found myself slipping down the alley of your melted wrong keys
Together with the rest...

...I didn't think that you're the best
Until I saw Venice...
Everything was a stream
Flooding the streets, seizing the buildings
Touched by you, the tides were rising
Beautiful and frightening
From the ground to the sky;
On the ice of your cold breath we were skating downwards
Half alive and half spirits,
Surfing through a sea of unknown...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
28.11.2011