<sup>here, I am
bathed in the tenderness of my solitude
cleansing and purging
here, I am

waiting for an idea to land
here, I am
on my way
to the jungle, a fertile mother of mud and clay
leaving memories and dreams
surrendering to the process, to its mystery
moving into ease

here, I am
all skeleton, melody
a love of my own
towered over my body
here, I am
writing a new future, leaving a key
swaying alone
in search of faith and bond
a soft kiss, promise

you won’t always feel empty</sup>