1. ENDINGS

A painting torn apart
Scenes from a dream
So beautiful we thought it was endless

I hear your words
Bloodstains on glass, mirror of me
Now alone this dance I tread
I remember songs from your strings

The beginning takes a thousand shapes
This story has no second start
You broke those strings
All life has taught me, hope is felt in vain
It ends anyway with one last page

You know my words
Still hoping for more, I write the last page
Now I know the end has poetry in its fury
I will never hear song from your strings

The beginning takes a thousand shapes
This story has no second start
You broke those strings
All life has taught me: hope is felt in vain
It ends anyway with one last page

Hope is an illusion we feed ourselves
Beautiful ideas
Two mirrors reflecting each other eternally
I know the last page