Blissfully unaware of the audience:
Drunk on sunlight.
Singing something I don´t really remember
and doesn´t sound like anything.
Be my melody?
Hopelessly lost to a cage of beams
streaming through striped curtains and a dirty window.
Step into one and ruin another.
It will kiss your skin and cast a shadow
onto somewhere you didn´t want a shadow to be.
But it will light up your hand, create a wonderfully happy sparkle,
find it´s way into your heart before you realise… And before you realise:
You don´t care about the shadow anymore.
Maybe even love it just as much as that beam.