Remembering, by Fiorella Puga.

I remember I was your voice

the voice that made me dance

in the very Beginning

You and I were humble Love

waiting patiently for the moment to arrive

We were laughing and crying at the infinite

when I flew away

How softly you whispered the words

that made me body

and to your very Om

I answered Amen

You started blowing on my forehead

the forces of this Universe

and drew the most beautiful path

only with a kiss

a kiss of Light

I have been traveling since then

performing for You are Art

Your patience was my strength

and your beauty my tears and smiles

I can see pieces of heaven in my fingers

for you have always held my hand

Still I remember I was your voice

the I love that made me dance.