© Jenny Feuerstein, jenny feuerstein design 2005 – 2025
Lyrics go. silbende_kunst: Cologne 2013.
Hydrangeas
As always,
there hung the lute and the lamp.
The Grandfather gave us light.
The Grandfather wrote a song,
with sad hand, on the edge of a paper.
As always,
there hung the lute and the lamp.
The Grandfather gave us light.
The Grandmother opened a window.
A rustling sound went
through the hydrangeas.
