Music & Photographs

I've never been to Glasgow,
but I imagine there the streets in winter,
& the smoke that rises from the factories at dawn,
& the music...
the music...

I've never been to Dublin,
so I can only guess
how crowded are the bars at noon
& about the chill that slips right into your bones at night,
& about the music...
the music...

& maybe you could tell me about these fantasies I have,
because your eyes had seen the cities
& your heart has heard the music....
the music...

I've never been to Berlin,
so I can only think about the history & the war
& about the texture of the paintings at The Wall.
& I can picture you at the Memorial taking all these photographs...
these photographs....

I've never been to Norway,
but I can feel the cold,
like that of a November Manhattan afternoon.
& the landscapes must be so damn beautiful
that your eyes can't take it all.
& somewhere at the edge of a hill
I imagine you breathing in all of the autumn breeze
& taking all these photographs...
these photographs...

& maybe your eyes can tell the stories of the places that you'd been,
& the people that you'd meet & about the person you've become
after all the music & the photographs...

& I heard you're back in town, but you're still so far away.
Because the time hasn't move for me,
I've been attached to the same ground.
& the music that you left me
is an echo of nostalgia in my heart.
& the photographs of the two of us walking through the night
is a tattoo of longing in my mind.

Because the images hadn't changed for me,
I've been hostage of my memories...
But even in this same city,
you're still so far away from me...