Mike Youssefian

I am hearing the sound of silence,

I am seeing the light of darkness,

I am touching the invisible,

I am walking the wide and deep space.

This planet is long dead for me,

The sparrows have lost my friendship,

All trees in the near forest

Are dry and ready to burn.

Let warmth return to my room,

Let the distant tune of violins

Dance, my soul in their arms.

Something is missing in the air.

Bring back the joy of my past,

It is sad to wait in the cold.