I carry songs

I carry songs within my heart, 

I carry notes in my bright mind, 

I look for dreams, and when they start, 

I hear these melodies refined. 

In darkest nights I bear guitars, 

I take them with me on a trip,

And when I see you from afar,

My metal heart keeps losing grip. 

Let's play some songs, let's fool the air,

And let's imagine we are free, 

I hear your steps on distant stairs, 

A pure and lonely memory. 

*Inspired by a poem by Elena Trefilova