GOODBYE


I tried to meet you half way

you didn't want to move

You embraced my shadow

while I've been somewhere else

Still you feel familiar

Though we're apart for a while

Now we have a better life


The point of time when you decide

to call it a farewell

To lose, to win, clearness, relief

You better not regret

I'm giving you away

A part of you will stay

One last time you say my name

One last time I say goodbye


I chose the end, you finished it

No more ifs and coulds

It felt too tight for me

We are the same in many ways

Sometimes I miss you

Sometimes I realize


The point of time when you decide

to call it a farewell

To lose, to win, clearness, relief

You better not regret

I'm giving you away

A part of you will stay

One last time you say my name

One last time I say goodbye



GREY MEN (Time No1)

in Anlehnung an Michael Ende‘s Märchen „Momo“


Grey men, pale men, losing time

They count, they need

Further, faster, hurry, rush

No time – Crash


Grey men, cool men, so sublime

Step one, step two

Hasting, chasing, hunting, caught

No time – Stop


TicToc, Tic, Tic-Toc, TicTicToc, TicToc, Tic, TicToc


Grey men, good men, so sublime

They save, they spend

Second, minute, year, a life

No time – Lost


Grey men, poor men, solve to dust

Or smoke, don’t breath

Asking, longing, begging for

Time – Hush



WHAT IS TIME? (Time No2)

in Anlehnung an Michael Ende‘s Märchen „Momo“


Tell me why these men are grey

Why they engage in other lifes

Why they behave like thieves who take away from others


Tell me what is time for

How much is left and what could be the measure

Is it worthwhile to have reached everything or just to be done


We’re getting carried away by more and more

Leaving the balance for ambitions of tomorrow

Going off road

A tunnel vision

From birth to death

From Yes to No

Addicted to a shape of time, of thoughts and of reality


Tell me why these men are grey

Why can’t they know where to go on their own

Let’s ask them if this ever ends and paint them with a colour



CHILDREN SONG (Time No3)

in Anlehnung an Michael Ende‘s Märchen „Momo“


Walking barefoot on grass

Lying in the meadow

The sun’s grin

Lazy and wide

We jump in that puddle

Spin around and whirl

In neverland, out of time, frameless and free


Now we’re laughing 'bout these childhood memories

Let’s spend again some more moments like this

Time flies

I realize, I treasure this


We’re climbing on the roof

Set up our tree house

Pull a trick on neighbours

Hide and seek

This is you, sister

Watch out, brother

In neverland, out of time, frameless and free



TIRED OF THE STANDSTILL

basierend auf „Siddartha“ (H.Hesse) und

„Garp und wie er die Welt sah“ (J.Irving)


The wisdom of a mirrors’ laughter

tells the seeker where he has to go

Humming lips of dancing figures

move the candle in the storm


We’re all waiting for answers

We’re all waiting for answers

We are all terminal cases


Living in the fear of losing

The only thing we’ll ever share is the death


Tired of the standstill in a place I used to learn

I greet my life with a raising smile


Full of dreams we get things started

Full of hope we bring them to an end

Full of fear we feel the disillusion

This is what makes us grow

’Cause we are all terminal cases


The blossom of an evil hunger

Takes him to a butterfly

Hypnotised by haunting beauty

He loses the game of body and soul

The playground hides the secret well

How can the silent prayer be heard

The fading colours of a clown

point no black, no white, just you


Tired of the standstill in a place I used to learn

I greet my life with a raising smile



THE ASPIRATION OF A STONE   


A stone, a heart, this song and you

A love, a lie, this song and me

One heart, one stone, one song 'bout you

One lie, one love, one song 'bout me


This heart of silver shining metal

Tells the truth about my life

This movement in your beloved direction

Makes me longing, cold and quiet


It could have been any face

But still my inner eye chose you

It could have been another face

But still my inner eye chose you


Your frozen movements make me stronger

A stick, a stone, invisible

The past of tears has cleared the water

And took the mask to face the purity of ours


It could have been any face

And still my inner eye chose you

It could have been another face

And still my inner eye chose you


Touchable love, my illusion

Marked by past I try to be again

Touchable love, my aspiration

I dress up, I face it



MOTHER WIND  


Silver grey hair, a lifetime on her face

Red wine and cigarettes, a book till late

Everything done before going to bed

Her love for silence


Like the freedom of a morning

A walk in emerald green

Her unsophistication

A cover if needed, an open book to share


Flowering time

Every phase a blossom

Daisy chain

Enduring. A snap shot


From dangling on a string to the wire of relief

Like a wolf on her own

Like a wolf in the pride

To create a horizon

To create a home

Thankful we say, thankful we say

With you we are blooming


Going through burdens with backbone and fight

Untroubled, lighthearted, maturity meets child

Pleasing somebody creates a smile on her face

No benefit needed, but a kudus to her heart


Flowering time

Every phase a blossom

Daisy chain

Enduring. A snap shot



Anna Maria Schuller

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