[inspired by Prelude in B minor by Chopin – Op 28 no 6]
Seeking something in this mist, I wander.
Through echoes of wispy shadows, I aimlessly meander.
A chord deep down, an anguish, strange and silent.
The muffled bell, the old forest, the trail bending and winding,
Feels so close to home, yet not quite why, I wonder.
Seeking something in this mist, I wander.
In my grasp one moment, out of reach in another.
Flying deep inside the canyon,
Or up in the canopy, on a butterfly’s wing.
Is it you beside me? Is it you beside me, or just a shadow lost.
Is it you there? Is it you there, or just a wispy ghost.
This door.
What am I seeking in this mist, I wonder?
Is it me? Is it..
