O those wide panoramic eyes of yours
—sings the radio man.
O those wide open eyes that see it all
The mountains. They look different now, or is it just me who’s changed? I’m falling apart. I’m falling apart right now as I watch the sun hide, knowing that soon our reflection will be the only thing in the window.
The radio is too loud, my ears hurt, but the volume knob is broken, and the silence, I can’t bear the silence between us, it’s so awkward.
To the horizon and beyond our eyes can see, all those mountains, all those trees, all those clouds and the colorful sky. It’s a shame they can’t see what’s there, what’s there right in front of them.
It feels in here like a different place since you arrived, and yet it’s all the same, so maybe it’s just me who’s changed. Those eyes of yours I see, those wide panoramic eyes of yours I only look at when they’re far away from mine. Should they ever look at mine, these wide panoramic eyes of mine would close… *yawn* why am I feeling so sleepy?
Mesdames et messieurs, prochain arrêt Bienne sur la voie 5
—says the train man, and that’s when I know it’s time to forget.
As I put my feet on the platform, those eyes of yours fade away, and I realize how little I care, because today the sky is pink and blue, and it’s freezing cold, but there’s a swan in the lake, and I love swans more than I love the color of your eyes.
As I walk into the dining room I wonder, did you ever exist?
How far see those eyes past the horizon?
Then I see those eyes again, waiting for mine.
Our eyes, they met years ago. Our wide panoramic eyes, the same four as always, now find themselves reflecting the candles on the table, and they do so just as well as they reflect each other endlessly, as if holding a cup of Droste, so mise en abyme.
Those eyes those we’ve always shared
Today that swan in the lake, ours shall be.
(If only you ever existed).
O will you ever exist?
I guess you were a song all along.
Mesdames et messieurs, dans quelques minutes nous arrivons à Bienne sur la voie 5, la sortie est sur le côté droit dans le sense de la marche.
*yawn* The radio is still too loud.