(2013)
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
