Hearing warm trumpet and other brass
Woodwind sound swells, emerging behind
Lay next to me if you don´t mind
And then we watch stars and blue turning dark
See all who already passed and left their print or mark
Soft whistling flute plays so touching and nice
I seemed mute to you drowning in your eyes
My fingers want to climb on your skin
Let my stream fill your pond and dissolve into grin
You seem to be a mount looming over sky´s blue
I am your solid ground prepared to hold you
So let us watch stars and blue turning dark
See all who already passed and left their print or mark
Soft whistling flute plays so touching and nice
I seemed mute to you drowning in your eyes