I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case

A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow.

A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body.

In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly.

I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case

I am still the place where creation does some work on itself.