I Make Melodies For Myself

I make myself melodies from strings.

From strings that sing

in the midst of the mountain wind

to the courtyards of litle houses.

I make myself melodies

from strings.

I make myself melodies from dreams

From dreams and souls

that coo like doves

flying between laughter and sorrow.

I make myself melodies

from dreams.

Fly, fly melodies

and a song will reach a song

between ladders and windows

you sing, you build,

build the temple,

build the temple.

I make myself melodies from the prayers.

From the delegating prayers

that rise at the gates,

carry thanks, carry entreaty.

I make myself melodies

from the prayers.

I make myself melodies from steps.

From echoing steps

that shake the road

in footsteps and riches.

I make myself melodies

from steps.

Fly, fly melodies...

I make myself melodies from stones.

From stones - heavy of years

that climb buildings,

played by hammers.

I make myself melodies

from stones.

Fly, fly melodies...