Strong, sweet and complex
is our bond. We belong to each other.
The shadow, a world of
mystery and a friend

Loyal, devoted and decent
despite my yells, screams and
angry silences. It grasps the questions
we’re both unable to answer.

We speak without words, observe
the movement of an insect’s wings,
smell bread baking far away, and hear
someone whispering her deepest thoughts.

I close my eyes, my hands against my heart
and gasp at another scary thought.
My eyes catch the shadow
I feel relief and sigh.

It walks when I walk, runs when I run,
stops when I stop. But it doesn’t cry
when I do. It just sits and listens to
the symphony I play, entitled melancholy.

We are out in the cold, we two,
yet music connects us
and builds a bridge
to another more peaceful world.