#9

Monday morning
on the kitchen table
the silence
fills
the cups

#8

with a massive cloud
over her head
she plays
the song of Spring
with her heart

#7

words
lost all the colors
on my palette
yet I can paint only with
words

#6

Wordless message
From Sakura tree
Soaked through
The grey sky
And the hair

#5

Oh, Spring wind
Be gentle with
the little flame
Let it glow
on your palm

#4

silent cry
of the sincere lips
penetrates the night
touching the black of
the blackness

#3

the transparent pain
shapes
the winter rain
pouring down on
my cracked windowpane