Donibane

Here we go again,

With the autumn wind, darkness falling swiftly on the frozen town and the far off rumbling of the waves rolling the old ocean away....

She is in her winter darkness, just like the cinder kept warm by the first men on Earth. She has lost her eyesight and she cannnot hear the rumours of the world around her....she is now glowing from inside.

He is lost in his pain and his rage against the whole universe... he is burning inside.

Drowned in grief...  no tears will reach the barren land of my heart. 

Almighty God how can you allow such suffering ? Baron Saturday is haunting the deserted moor for shattered and scattered souls, sneering.

Dust to dust... ashes to ashes.... 

Sunshine, crying and longing for sunshine, for bygone spring and summer. 

Missing the light,

The happy song of birds, the sweet smell of flowers and the whistling of the summer breeze in the trees.

So much light in a jazzy piano tune. Sweet keeboard, play on... let music be the food of life.

We shall overcome... one day