Bang- makes the Yellow scream
Bang- makes the Yellow fear
Bang- makes the shadow spark
And leaves its little mark;

Hush- the words unspoken
Hush- the silence broken
And the dream of not to be
In a space we always meet

Death surrounded by old fashion
And applied with real compassion
Matter did it not at all
When you lifted from your fall

Flowers dried and whispered sins
Trees forgot what water brings
And embraced the day so dark
And withheld their soul and heart

Don’t you dare to run from me!
Don’t you dare to leave me here;
Now you started that whole thing-
Come- and be my spring.

(Photo by Yuri Bacas Hosaka)