It’s past the midnight hour and it’s as quiet as nights sometimes are. When there is no one around to hear, the night whisperer shows himself, whispering to the night, with a quiet guitar and a light heavy heart…
I don’t think I know which one is for me
Laid out with utmost care, I’m too afraid to see
Care is so difficult when you’re not really there
How do I repay? What do I do?
Maybe it’s just too late, to write this song
Maybe you are already gone
Maybe you’ve better things to do
Voices, the voices in our… head
Do you understand what I… wish to say, say tonight?
Story Of The Footloose 
So much feeling in this! One of my favourites with the gentleness of your voice …
The evening was really soft… I lost myself in the dusk… and found myself there… Thank you, Diana.
You’re welcome my friend!
Sometimes brief oblivion is worth it to gain new insight…
and to float…