She sees me

The eye of the photographer sees an image everywhere
She looks and scans wherever she goes
She sees and clicks on every second
The eye of the photographer never gets used to anything

The ear of the listener hears a story everywhere
She turns and nods never jugdemental
She searchs and remembers nearly every detail
The ear of the listener is always stand-by

The nose of the brave one smells an adventure everywhere
She breaths and follows but never the mass-culture
She enjoys and suffers always in balance
The nose of the brave one smells opportunity in everything

The heart of my sister is never alone
She sleeps and gets lost sometimes around it
She embraces and avoids all year around
The heart of my sister as an everlasting backgroundsound