The place where the soul meets the spirit.
The place where they play.
Play with love.
It starts with a touch.
Each touch, a memory.
Memory that moves the surface.
Memory that is written in the ripples.
Small, big, loud, silent. No matter.
The stronger the touch – the bigger the ripples
The bigger the ripples the stronger the memory.
with a single touch.
Where is it?
The last touch?
The first touch?
Look – and you might miss it.
Observe and you might see it.
The touch which started it all.
The touch which will end it all.