Am I living In the details of a drawing In the traces In the fading of the morning? In the waiting I'm too early You were busy I can see you Am I living In the music, in the singing In the wording In the silence at the ending? I can see you In the window By a warm light You are going Through the motions Of the evening In your body You are living In the passing Of an hour Of an idea Of my hands through I can see you Am I living?