Noah's 50th egg and Jobim / Noahs 50nde æg og Jobim

passing

snow clad

towns

                                I persuade

                                my hands

with Jobim's

guitar

in my ears

                               to recreate

                               my place

                               among trees

I look at the moon

as he

once

did

                               from

                               paper

passerer

sneklædte

byer

                              jeg overtaler

                              mine hænder

med Jobims

guitar

i mine ører

                             til at genskabe

                             min plads

                             mellem træer

ser jeg på månen

som han

engang

gjorde

                            af

                            papir