It’s a story that only Christmas can tell
The sky keeps its coat wild open
ready to close its chest
on a stars night
I don’ believe in Santa Klaus
but I do believe that this particular moment of year
gives us the power to light candles
Hanging tree ornaments
telling the truth to flying angels
alone in the dark
I tried many times to silence them
Hell of a path
Blessed with roses and storms
Whispering black and white sound
to my piano bar
I am concerned by how is going to be my next day like
Shinny words telling darkness ?
Blood is on its way
at last
I am going to collapse
in a bath of gold
filled with eyes
The truth is
I need my own tree
to see my home
as a birds cave.