One Day Or Maybe One Night

Once I heard a song

and then I had an image.


. . . . .

The two

f  l  o  w   f  r  e  e  l  y

once again.

In what the mind reveals,

a certain movement is noticed

as the lines, the colours 

and the music refine themselves.


. . . . .

Something contemplated,

one day or maybe one night.