Farewell

Maybe we just talked too much

All those years

Of love of loss of pain of tears

Maybe we should have

Maybe we should have 

Gone for silent walks along the lagoon

Maybe we could have

Maybe we could have

Sat and stared at the sunset together

But then again my love

But then again my love

I always loved the sound of your voice

I always loved to

I always loved to

Listen to your wild dreams and rage

Maybe there is nothing 

Maybe there is nothing
We could have done after all. 

Zürich Blues

Captured by the claws of the horizon

Ripped from the arms of children,

The screams of a wounded woman

Deafen the soul.

Bangkok, London, Barcelona

Los Angeles and Istanbul.

Colourful carpets, spices, sunlight,

Snow and everywhere is loss.

(How can I avoid the looks

in my head?

When I close my eyes

I see more!)

Airport, airplane, passport, stamps

Hotel rooms, jazz bars,

Singing, playing, whiskey, wine,

My saxophone tears up the night.

(The photographs in my pocket

Are fading and sometimes

When I sing the blues

My tears are real!)

Cornielje plays in Zürich tonight

All tables are reserved

But in England his sons are playing
With granddad on a chilly beach.

Cape

My heart is an ancient humpback

wounded, scratched and pierced.

A thousand times I crossed these seas

and swam around the world

with on my tail the whale boats of my guilt.

Just once again I’d like to see

the lighthouse of Cape Byron

before I take my final course

towards the southern shores.