silent river

fallen fallen

fallen down

the ground is what it is

the silence that makes a sound

forest to root

we all became

one with the rain

flowing through our leaves

sliding down our mast

uprooted

we set sail from the past

pushing into the river

last glance at the shore

then no more

the scene keeps changing

rearranging

impossible to count

impossible not to feel

to feel

the new language

explodes from the heart

all movement becomes art

in one simple gesture is said

more then was ever said

with the head

yet part of you feels dead

spring

life begins a new

the seed is within the heart of you

let us speak without words

and be heard

louder then it ever occured

for us even to ask

where will we go from the past?

where do you want to go