The Abandoned House of Michael Lueckner

Your heart is a door that hangs in a thousand angles

Spiders are lonely demons dwelling on your attic

My old silver painted piano translates haptic bodylanguage in a faded chamber by night

Dreams that you had

Ballad of the hapless hearts

Love won't fade - Live from a cold four chambered room, February 15, 2009, 8:15 pm

Night traffic through the open window at gare du nord paris

And i weigh you down with immortal blues

Desire is a self figured creature singing in your Workshop

A Million Moments waiting for me but i can not meet them before i die

Come Summer Come Blues

Before you die

Wonderful multiplication of love in a sleeping room full of ice flowers

I'm a ghost you can chase me / I hold my whole life in the palm of my hands