this night

In the qiuet nocturno, I could’t sleep
I even could hear my very low sweep movement wall clock’s sound
counting stars, yeah kidding i didn’t do it.
But seriously, i scratched the sky with your name
Inspite of counting crows, I mean counting sheeps
I would like to speak from Heart to Heart,
than together jump from sky to sky.
I cant write much,
my ink is used up–I scratched the sky, remember?

- I am a muggle -

What a human masterpiece,
The creativity is almost infinite.
He often watches in silent amazement,
He knew not how Thou sung Princess.

From the hand of a magician
Beauty pigeon flies
to escort magician stuff’s explotion
what a magic!

You know when He get disappointed?
when He know the trick..
whehehehehe…
so, just keep it remain to be amazing

who can cast a spell,
or having some magic scroll
to accelerate the growth of misstletoe.
Master, teach Me please

When I sing sound of My brain,
to make You dance,
I don’t know why there is music in
every single green leaves

and why the segara waves
send their chorus of voices
a kind of magic
casted from a distant star maybe

He doesn’t have magic
He can do it another way

I am a muggle
and  I am enjoy to be Me.
what i do is just
Praying for a miracle