I’ve got no voice on paper
My language lost to open space
Could I dissolve myself in liquid
And be poured over your face

Speak your mind
Mind your tongue
Save the energy
How to sail the open seas

Verbal splinters, paper-thin
A stutter, bones and skin
How to sail the open seas

Got my poetry silenced
Over the years
Got my dancing
Locked away

Unnoticed poems and pictures
Perfectly hidden in his palace
No entrance from the outside walls
Only endless potential

Ruptured words have
pierced my lungs
Leaving me breathless
Lost at the open seas

My call became silence
Shaped by the years
Heard by none
Except the wind

Unnoticed poems and pictures
perfectly hidden in his palace
No entrance from the outside walls
Only endless potential

My perception falls apart
My restless change of seasons
My body fears the open heart
Seeds of wonder
For I will cry out
My hands are aching
A lifeline fading

Dissolve myself
Taking the shape of sound
Whispers remembered by none
Exist in the vacuum

I’ve got no voice on paper
My language is lost to open space
Could I dissolve myself in liquid
And be poured over your face

As I try my own path
I lean inward to flourish
Above my ground
The clean between the rubble
The calm between the rustle

I’m not on speaking terms
With the lines I put on the table
The replies I get confirmed
My paradigm is old and unabled

Leave no comment
Hand out fragments
A new dawn painting



TEXTURES is:
Daniël de Jongh – Vocals
Bart Hennephof – Guitars
Joe Tal – Guitars
Remko Tielemans – Bass
Uri Dijk - Keyboards
Stef Broks – Drums