Poem
The Curtain Falls
The curtain falls, yet not the play,
The wind is waiting for a quiet day.
The stage is still, the music sway,
Between the notes, they find their way.
The curtain falls, yet not the play,
The curtain falls — not here to stay.
A Grand Theory of Almost Everything
The Dance
The world began — or so they say —
And the stars got bored one day.
They spilled some light, misplaced a tune,
And tripped upon a newborn moon.
The moon, of course, was quite confused,
It blinked, it glowed, it gently mused:
“If I exist, then who are you?”
The stars just laughed — “We wonder too.”
Unity
A drop of a tear escapes the sea,
Yet carries all its hum with glee.
A drop of a tear escapes the sea,
It seeks a chance of solidarity.
It drifts alone, but knows its kind,
For every wave is close behind.
The sun looks down, a kindred hue,
Reflects its tone, both old and new.
The world unites in soft decree —
No one is free till all are we.
Prominence
The sun declares, “I shine the sky,”
The clouds applaud, then drift on by.
Then bows — and steals the light away.
The wind replies, I steer the play,
The sun smiles in a funny display,
"I glow", it says, "my natural way".
They all agree — what a fleeting play.
At the end, let’s call it a day'.
Terquanze
Alors… d’abord, le silence.
Ni lettres, ni mots.
Ceci n’est pas un poème,
mais le pré-poème.
Ni écrit, ni vu,
Sans ordre à définir, un duo, une ligne ronde.
The Kids’ Area
Chaos arrives in tiny shoes,
Creating rules no grown-ups choose.
A tower built of sandy magic,
Falls down — not nostalgic.
A pirate yells, “Stay on the slide!”
A princess shouts — I will not hide.