Listen to the language of my heart,
it’s endless beats, it’s rhythm, it’s loudness,
you sleep when it’s not yet dark,
cos of it’s serenade talks and whispers,
it will make a home to a beautiful and gorgeous you,
stay close to my restless heart,
restless cos it yearns for a home not a house,
maybe the night won’t come too soon,
maybe,
my eyes to be fooled and stay up,
my ears to hear nothing but the winds and the softness of your voice,
my heart to be dazzled,
my mouth to speak what’s pleasing to your ears,
it’s a strange language and complicated,
but only you can understand it,
bring your ears next my heart,
cos it’s only meant for you.
Dark hands 