Bonsoir Mes Chers,
Often when i write, i listen to music.
Music is filled with memories, it is a collective story.
The songwriter has a personal connection, the perfomer has another and we as audience have our own experience of it.
Music can inspire. It can bring back good memories. It can transport you to a moment in time and for those 3-5 mins, have you relive the memories which you have placed upon that song.
I sometimes imagine the story of a song unfold before my eyes.
Walking down the street in my nieghbourhood i was listening to a song by Neverending white lights‘ it’s called Theme from love will ruin. This is what came out.
I want to return to our lives.
I have visions of it.
I want to love you like the first days.
The first days of spring.
I want to fill the emptiness in my heart.
I want to go back to singing and you pushing me on swings.
I want to laugh.
I want to dance with you all through the night.
I want to feel your feel and soar up to the sky.
I want to fly with you to the moon.
Circle the stars.
Drink the rain.
Dry ourselves with the sun’s radiant rays.
I want to.
I need to.
I don’t understand your thoughts.
I don’t understand your heart.
I don’t know you anymore.
Forgive me. Forgive me.
Here i am.
In your space.
In your face.
If you look at me.
Would you look at me?
If you speak to me.
Everything is over for us now.
It’s sad, a stranger is all that’s left.
A la prochaine,
De moi. pour toi.