Messenger soul

Copyright Heleen van den Hombergh

(spoken word)

The typical scent of this house, this home

It still smells the same though its soul has parted

Here I am, sitting on the floor

Digging in the deep layers of time

In mountains of memories

Where sticky dust has taken over

Finding tiny letters of forgotten heroes

Shiny tales of medieval glories

Drawn from ancient archives

Untouched for lifetimes now

Yellowish pictures of faraway faces with traces of smiles

Of passed away relatives

Of travels in the rain before our birth

Diaries about dangerous wartime friends

Sketches as from a surgeons’ hand

notes, scribbled in the margins of memos

(sung)

Messenger soul

Can you go off

To try if you can find him somewhere,

To tell him that I care

Messenger soul

And when you meet him

Please tell him that I understand him better now

than ever before

Digging in the deep layers of time

In mountains of memories

Where sticky dust has taken over

trying to make sense of it all

Remember the witty conversations

With red wines and cheese for every occasion

When the car had her birthday

French car? French cheese

And the cat that he learnt to sit up like a dog

Picking blackberries from secret places

Far from the shadow of time

Messenger soul

Can you go off

To try if you can find him somewhere,

To tell him that I care

Messenger soul

And don’t forget it:

Give him a warm embrace and wish him

rest now