A Blues for Her

Stop talking, leave me alone.
Keep the silence, let me catch the sun.
I’m staring at her. A smile, that smile.
A strong reason to live.
She is the day, the noon, the sunset, the midnight.
Oh god, she looks so frail
I'm afraid to touch her.
Questions are torturing my mind today
and keep me awake all the night.
How is her kiss?
How is her gait?
How is her breathing when she is sleeping?
In the evening does she cuddle her pillow; or not;
Does she laugh when she is asleep; or not;
Stop talking, none is talking to me now
Keep the silence, let me dream that sun.