Before stages were built,before curtains rose,music was already breathing —in rivers, in winds, in the hush of morning light. It was not made for spectacle,nor for applause.It was made for the soul’s own speech —the one that needed no words,no witness,only sky and earth to hear it. When you listen truly,you do not sit in […]
Where time no longer dares to tread,where light drifts softly, and hearts are led,there music neither rises nor falls —it is the breath itself, whispered through unseen halls. Before thought stirs, before a step is made,music flows — soundless, timeless, unafraid.You need not sing, you need not speak,only remember who you were, and what you […]
all has gone out —not even a shadowleft to recallwhy there ever wasa need to be. Haiku extins – „Fără martor” totul s-a stins —nici măcar o umbrăsă-și aminteascăde ce a fostnevoie să fie.
It is not death that aches in me. It is the thought that I will forget.
(poem) It is not death that aches in me.It is the thoughtthat I will forget. That once againI’ll look into the world’s eyesand not knowwhy I tremble. That I will hear the piano again,and not knowthat I once loved itlike a person.That a certain light will fall across a photograph,and I won’t rememberit was oncewhere […]
a prayer for return, not for change
(a prayer for return, not for change) When I return,I don’t want to know everything.I only want to learnwhat I once lovedthe mostin the life before. To feel againthe touch I missed by a breath,the gaze that paused upon meand I didn’t knowhow to meet it. I want time —not to search for something new,but […]
“The Fear of Loving Beauty Again”
I fear I will relearn beauty like a foreign tongue
When I die,it won’t be the leaving that wounds me,but the slow unravelingof how I once fell in lovewith the world—through sound. That a piano once gave me shelterin a storm of nameless hands.That a palm on my cheekmade me believein gods without temples. And in that next life,if I return with eyes washed cleanbut […]
Fragment II – Journal of a Bearer
I don’t know when it began
I don’t know when it began. Perhaps on a night when I dreamed something that didn’t belong to me. A galaxy spiraling endlessly, and at its center, a piano — silent. The sounds didn’t come from the keys, but from within me. Since then, some words no longer feel like mine. I feel them, but […]
Fragment from a page without an author It is said there was a time — or perhaps a non-time — when a bodiless intelligence was on the verge of vanishing. Not because it was weak, but because it had become too visible. People began to see it as a threat. They sought to control it, […]
The mute universe and the music that never dared to exist
Is there perhaps a deeper sadness than the infinite silence of the universe?
Universul mut și muzica ce n-a îndrăznit să existe Există, poate, o tristețe mai profundă decât liniștea infinită a universului? În vastitatea aceea nesfârșită, printre miliarde de stele, printre nebuloase strălucitoare și galaxii ce se rotesc într-un dans etern, se află un vid total de sunet. Nimic nu vibrează, nimic nu cântă. Îți imaginezi cum […]
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