(Federico Mondelli)


Night is long enough to fall

Threads made of gold and deep blue

Are sliding and getting lost 

As solitaire unheard thoughts


An arpeggio flated by the dark

While quivering fingers caresse the strings

Writing a song with their anxiety


A tissue made up of emotions

Is covering restless eyes

While a depressing nursery rhyme

Shrouds the tired mind


Waiting, cold touch eater of dreams

A silent screen and opened eyes are not enough

To describe the greed of your void


A well to fall in to

I would to embrace the immediate lore

To not lay in its deep


...While a dark powder

Is slowly resting on her portrait