L U L L A B Y

When I was a child, I never heard a lullaby. 

I was lying down on the daybed made in bamboo, in the middle of an ancient courtyard. Night after night, all seemed eternally quiet.

Grandma was old, stars were close, and moutains green.

Sleep baby sleep
The day's on the run
There's a morning to come
The wind in the trees
They're talking in tongues

Dear Leonard, after years of synthesizers, you’re back on your guitar: what a pleasure.

Tonight I’ll sleep just well.

If your heart is torn
I don’t wonder why
If the night is long
Here’s my lullaby
Here’s my lullaby

– Lullaby, Leonard Cohen