where has the wind lost its way? where has the breeze hidden the waves? the moon's reflection in the ripples used to sway, why? why has the wind taken them away? without a whispering breeze recalling melodies out of seas the fruit won't begin its dance from branch to branch into my hands. in whose metal lungs does the wind moan trapped? who sinks through darkness with a fish on his back? only the shadow sees silent secrets held in memories. yes. you are the peaches i'll bake into a pie. no need to add sugar. you're perfectly ripe. i'll find a tune for my horn blow. if the wind won't shake you down i'll start my own storm. root TOOT TOOT my trombone calls for you. root TOOT TOOT, my dear dear dear, dear fat fruit. root TOOT, toot toot toot two heavy horns turned toward the call in extreme surprise at the loud uproar. their bewildered owner answers all calls punctually, directly, discreetly, and absolutely indiscriminately. the owner of these fine horns is a civilized beast a gentler soul in this world does not exist. his numerous reputable friends have on many occasion upheld his reputation and followed in admiration of no ends. if by chance the admired happened to jump a bench in haste his admirers would applaud his taste. on his cue they would all take to the air only over the bench would they think to sail. if by chance the admired charged away in a rush aiming for a trombone with intent to crush his admirers might perhaps shed a tear. as for me, well, i’d duck out of fear. the sound of a trombone taking refuge unexpectedly might be heard for miles beyond its vicinity if the case would happen to be that rushed aim was off by an inch or three. rain, rain, rain peaches from the sky. with the help of music critics i'll bake my pie. dizzy, dizzy, dizzy they may sometimes be music critics may yet be of use to me. you are the peaches i'm bringing home tonight you've been sweetened by gentle moonlight. the wind has not recently whispered tunes for you but i hope my horn has brought your juices to bloom. in my imagination i can taste the melody you'll be harmonizing in my pie for me. your smell alone will more than suffice to tantalize neighbors for miles and miles, miles and miles, and miles. aa daa dii diiii daadaa. i'm togaadaa widd ma sisdaa aad blaadaa. aa daa dii daadaa daadaaaa. we try to staad up baad is haad. ba da da da ba da da da. we aa seriously workinh we aa naad heaa do play. baadaa daa daadaa. when we faa down we aa heaa for each aadaa. ba da di di du ba di di du. laa daa diidii daadii daa diidii duu. one day ma lilla sisdaa staid up till i counded do doo. la di di da di di da di di do. no known science can classify the power of the polarized magnets in your eyes. your subatomic fibers resonate a beat that echoes in my heart when our frequencies meet. all of your quantifiable characterstics i've analyzed their quality exceeds anything i recognize. i'm certain beyond iota of doubt today today yes today a new species i've found. mysteriously, you seem to be oblivious to me but after all mystery is your predominant quality. from now on i'll spend my time at your side researching and deciphering behavior patterns of your life. what i've decoded today has no parallel you radiate limitless energy out of every cell. your preoccupied attention does puzzle a bit but nothing that puzzles ever sang as sweet. the wind out of my lungs escaped without return the moment fate snatched you my heart was torn. ultraviolet radar from the ends of the galaxy returned conclusive evidence that you'd been stolen from me. when i saw you captive i could barely control multiple inverse explosions detonating my soul. i carefully calculated the best way to set you free: the brute beside you would have to fall from the tree. aquarium fish launched with passionate velocity tend to produce an impact not forgotten easily. the piranha a species both aquarium trained and monstrously fierce will slash through his flesh and leave him in tears. one will rip him apart clean to the bone the second will nibble the rest 'til he's gone. locked, loaded, and aimed. his recompense has been launched. don't move. don't sway. just a second don't budge... while punishment descends. piranhas with a grudge. missed? opportunity lost! accomplishment failed. attempt derailed. my plan curtailed. oh! and...at what a cost? slowly the monster turns it's eyes towards me with greed in his smile what does he see? what does he see in me? what barbariac schemes does his primitive nevous system percolate? slashed. diced. shredded. pureed. crushed like wine grapes. will be his fate. a true lie i calculate. star fall shower light dense black drowned honey butter soft silence melts Momentum: A Moment Of Movement Without Beginning and Without End Budapest Bubble Bagging Operations The Inverse Explosion Big Bang Unfolding focus Memory Puls Impuls Down Up Back You Opened My Eyes Fractal Electron Revival In Silence Sway the Seas of the Mind. Though Conscience Thaws in Darkness, Consequence is Blind. Harvest Rivershore Wash Let's Rise Stand Fast Sisters Prelude Now Flowers Runaway Morning Hot Kitchens Congress of the Past Serengeti Lights Dance ..lost in time... year followed year. nights echoed days leaving a silence surprisingly clear. how long had i been following the same footsteps again and again? same cans i emptied same cans i returned. youth had flown with not a single thing learned. then from nowhere, it hit interrupted my step eyes crystalized frozen a terrified beast whined as it backed up and wept. with many voices approached screaming and growls. upon me descended a hideous mountain of howls. without reason it had suddenly come within a moment it passed. what had been taken from me in the chaotic unrest? was anything left? the friends i had known any stability i'd been shown distance without warning erased. nothing it left me not a thing of my own. i grasped at the air before it too had flown. a plastic bag from the trash can was the best i could find to fill up my pocket and ease up my mind. a window reflection is all that saved me from being alone walking the world lost with no home. in the reflection was happiness, kindness and peace. i fell into rhythm singing... bouncing with bliss. fame spread and soon everyone knew. from far and wide they brought their friends to see the joyful work that i do. if i just pushed a little harder if i concentrated on being skillful and fast could i recapture what's hidden by the past? without my command with minds of their own the scissors raced alongside the comb and shred into thin air any hair before to the floor it had flown. behind me i heard my adoring audience swooning with screams to see such a talent never imagined in dreams. their voices errupted the room and the walls all rang at their sound while i dived deeper into my work not distracted by the new success i had found. a lightning like bolt froze in my spine a flash of recognition blackened my mind. i'd heard this before this was not new. the previous disasters rumbled and rolled back into view. this time everything was bigger louder uglier mean to the core surrounded and trapped i had no chance to run for the door. i dodged ducked pulled back from swipe after swipe escaping by inches with only my life. crowds in the distance gathered to witness my end when luck arrived with a fortunate moment to lend. a moment is all i needed a moment is all i got it came and it passed. with the struggle called off before any blood the spectators sighed and showed me their backs. alone i found myself shivering in fear none standing by me nobody near. the scissors i put in the pocket next to the bag my only possessions. all that i had. within a blink the silence was smashed. a rain thundered around me a deluge of attacks horns blasted at me sending the pavement into cracks. outnumbered surrounded with nowhere to turn no time to run i broke off a window wiper to stand and defend myself and perhaps... perhaps have some fun. for years and years i fought day after night night into day without food or drink a moment's rest or a single word to say. the more they pushed the stronger i stayed track. everything thrown my way was conducted precisely and vigorously back. a harmony was born from the blasting missiles of noise. combined and orchestrated with cunning dexterity and poise. a burning crescendo dived into delicate hum. floated gurgled and whistled whispered and sang. with flourish a wall of horns sudden ending rang. no one remained not one was left who was not most pleased. i bowed before the applause for many days and nights if not perhaps weeks, months or years. when a hush from the distance darkened like clouds and threw a shadow of silence over the crowds. the beast i thought defeated approached yet once again. ever more hideous covered all in heads ten times more bold with eyes cruel and cold determined to rob the hope i now hold. i put the window wiper in my pocket next to the scissors and the bag trying to hold on to the last thing the last thing in the world i had. he little screamers popped off when i pulled. they were tossed into separate windows tossed each one by one as fast and carefully as i could. upon landing a smile calmed each and every face. as if something long missing. had finally fallen... fallen in its place. two heads remained... the beast was weaker but rabid now with rage. flailing blindly and then snorting, tearing straight my way. i wrestled a piece off. it kicked wailing in my arms. until it smiled demurely entrusted in the care of a passerby with certain lovely charms. i realized now what should be done to end it all for good. if i found the beast a loving home then perhaps it'd stop being quite so rude. i wrestled and i pulled but the monster was too strong. it retreated into darkeness leaving the whisper of a song. your night will come. the wind will bring black clouds enraged your way and you will find youself before forgoten ghosts of yesterday. outside the door you left behind a shadow of your past you are no longer who you were below the sun that saw you last. take out the bag you carry break windshield wiper now in two cut off a chunk of hair and don't despair. the song i sing is guidance it will tell you what to do. hide your eyes your nose your face... and pin the rest in place. ring now the bells the castle gates will open to the one who stands and waits. the princess bowed the thief was stunned perplexed by what he found. the song from darkness whispered and now he heard the sound: we are all caged deep down within you and follow every step we are your thoughts we see and hear but know not what to do. alone sometimes you may think you are we are always here with you. what mystery now watches you? is there perhaps intent? no word no explanation... have with this guest been sent. are you right in your assumption to think you are alone? no one exists who understands the weight your shoulders own. uninvited comedy misguided in it's sense... why is it here? to mock you? to hold you in a trance? against the song the thief rebelled and tried to end the words streaming of their own accord raining down with tender voice... tender voice of birds. behind thick door... in darkness... the mystery was hid from sight. was there a chance... a chance to flee... to escape what had come to light? forget he tried. but could not. the words now thumped in both their ears: why try to flee? why try to hide? you can not. don't you remember? you are not the one who holds the key. fight. fight. fight. fight. fight as you might. outside light you'll never see. untrapped thunder broke out ripping through the walls. no brick uncracked stood in its place... nothing remained that did not fall. released... the the fracture flew free. but you and i are left... when everything is gone just you and i and anything you hold against me. anything i've done wrong. anything still falling... anything coming down from the sky... anything that tempts you... is all that stands between you and i. the present holds the future. the past is dead and gone. with no walls to hold us from each other... no doubts are left... not one. not in darkness... does unanswered question hide. i have you. and you have me. and all else i've held inside... Root Seed OnLock Natural Tendency. Unchained. Unseen. Roll your Stones. Break Me. is finally set free. Alex Sacui