Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

Like a violin screams, a guitar weeps, life is a song without words, lived between the lines. The unspoken dot’s, that stay in the mind, and felt in the heart.

Far away across the seas, is a life lived, and in a desperate attempt, chasing peace in adventure, I left behind dreams from the past.

Now when I close my eyes, I know my dreams challenge me, everyday even across the sea, holding on to inspiration, just to find some peace.

As life play’s it’s own hand, and dreams are not longer from yesterday nor for tomorrow, the heart weeps and breaks, for no breath of relieve can be given, for what’s not forgiven. And o sanity is lost in the dark mind, when the teacher has spoken, but the students hasn listen.

The heart still sees the clouds full of story’s, but the mind is full of demon’s, now the heart can’t sing, memories fade, and fear has become an new companion for a long walk on life’s road.

Life is lived between the lines, that what has not been spoken, but what stays in the heart, that what becomes a memory.

I can only hope, the story writer is compassionate, that the music will lift my spirit, and I learn to listen.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 13/07/2021