SARA BABIC / Silence & Chemistry

Silence
There is no noise around me like there used to be.
I can hear only silence now.
I'm looking at my hands like someone else's.
I see I'm traveling through time.
I see only distance.
I hear some forgotten voices.
I feel sounds from well-known melodies.
And, it's just like I'm flying with wings
But that's an illusion.
I'm dreaming about the lost town of my fantasy
Where freedom exists like the only word.
I have just this small hiding-place,
I know there is no wonderland.
Sometimes nights are so long,
I dream about ancient times.
Then I look at my world of sorrow
And I know I'm alone.

Chemistry
Chemistry class.
I'm drifting away slowly...
A squeaky voice
I hear in the distance
Doesn't let me go far enough,
Doesn't allow me to
Let myself rain,
To become a drop
From cloud to earth,
To fly freely
If only for a moment,
To give myself to the wind
To carry me on its wings,
To land on one's cheek
And hide the tears,
To melt
On one's lips...
A glaring bolt of lightening
With the sound of loud thunder
Brings me back to reality...
...I still feel
some strange freedom
and closeness with the drops
of rain
that die crashing
on window panes...
...I know it doesn't hurt them,
It's just a moment
Of bliss
On the noble way
From cloud to earth...
...Believe me, I know it.
I have felt it.