It is dark and it is cold. I'm surrounded by trees that reach the sky, high branches that I will only reach in my dreams. Under my feet a layer of dead leaves. Pure nature. There I stand, in the middle of the most quiet and pure place in the world, where it is dark and it is cold. The wind blows and I can feel the cold, the wind blows even harder and my hair dances with it to a melody of whispers that come and go. I stand where is dark and it is cold there are whispers that come and go, so little sound in this pure place where it is cold.....now there is a little more sound...like a drum....a quiet drum....a small drum. I know you are here, because over the essence of trees that reach the sky and dead leafs I can smell the essence of your being and the decaying sound of the drum is coming from your chest. It is dark and it is cold the purest place in the world but you find me even with the whispers that come and go. My eyes are fixed on yours....your eyes shall be the mirror where I can see my soul! How did you find me? I love you! and I was lost ... for so long I was lost. How could you hear the sound of my hair that dances with the wind blowing hard! and even with all those whispers that come and go? 

It is dark and it is cold. It is not snowing ...never does but I can see my breath as I speak to you. My hands are cold my feet are cold my mouth is cold and so is my hair... How did you find me? My eyes are fixed on yours. That melody is sweet and it comes with your voice How much I missed your voice! Here we stand in the purest place in the world  with whispers that come and go, but is the sweet melody that I like the most. It is still cold.... always will be... It is still dark.... always will be. The mirror is foggy, but I can still see my soul.. Can you see your soul? Your eyes fixed on mine.... What do you see? Can you see your soul? Now there is a sound , the sound is a beat... It doesn't come from your chest ... but mine, the beat is loud and fast! It is dark and it is cold .