When You wake up early before the first light
You’re faster than time –
You go for a walk to the north
Maybe to hills from the downtown.
Shining red sun makes your curly hair brown,
You walk with music-
which one? Perhaps Country music?
You walk along the hillside
And then your fleshy body sweat,
Every single footstep of your beautiful leg
Plays piano chords deep inside my heart,
It sounds like the keystroke of a very fast typewriter,
Your footsteps are like a piston; intake and exhaust
It goes up and down.
Your footsteps make me woozy-
I stay alive, because you walk
I stay alive, because you run-
My heart impulses, because of your harmonic walk.