a leap from the deep

sorrowprocess is heavy
when the grief grows from molecules
when something born from you
is ripped off violently
like a raw fruit by a stormy wind

when the harmony of your existence
is shattered
when you are violently forced to a thought
that everything should be started anew
at the moment of vulnerability and paralisis

and you stand there like a statue
shaking and watering the imaginative flowers
on the ground in front of you
till they all lose their lives
by the salty water of the tears
           and you realize it is the end of one road
           and you have to leap aside or forward
           to be able to go on, continue 
           not with a light tune
           but with a long solopassio of saxophone
           played by the master of the universe
that tune colouring your existence
giving the life the contents, the joy and the love
till the end of your own time