Testor Te (Witness)

I hear a tune
     as the wind whispers words
Strange, it seems to me, 
     you have not heard them too...

In sunshine or rain
     they're waiting again and again
i write them down
     on screen or with pencil...


They don't seem  mine
    as I sit writing the next line,
for i can write about stars
     while sitting under pines...

If i lose my way,
     i read again and there they are,
dancing along the tune
     they come from near and far...

i call them mine
      but they've waiting all this time
and i just happened along
     at the right time to write lines...