Living the poem

I get close to the life
listening its song night and day
but I must needs go
before my dream lessen.
The spider enjoys the ride
on my mind.
Why
My soul - a Hifi camera
My eyes talk better
than I could
My fingers receive more life
when they touch an old tree.
The pictures are looking only for me
and suddenly become joy.
No problem if I can no more express it
neither on paper nor record
I live the Poem.