thank you & Goodbye · 24/06/2012

finn. is dead long live finn.

Why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?
But how lucky I am to have had something in my life that makes saying goodbye so hard. Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I’ll miss you until we meet again.

I don´t cry because it´s over. I do smile because it happened.

Thank you a million times for listening to my music over the last ten years.
this voyage is now over.
this concept is complete.
it was an honor.

i´ll be back with my new musical project next year.
i´ll keep you posted. promised.

hugs & kisses



  1. Oh noes! Your music has meant a lot to me over the past few years… but as you say, not every goodbye is a goodbye for good, but entails a new beginning. Hence am looking forward to hearing from you in the future again, all the best and see you later!

    Christian    25/06/2012    #
  2. Thank you for your music, for you diary, for the moving words of goodbye. So you. Hopefully this goodbye is not forever, as it was to Timo.
    The music and the memory remains and makes me smile and cry.
    Hugs and kisses and all the best.

    Tanja    01/07/2012    #
  3. To (and from) my half-brother Timo who loved finn.‘s music as deeply as any human being could love, until his last heartbeat and maybe beyond.

    “Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
    Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
    The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.”

    I once more wish Patrick a happy new beginning and “will carry your heart in mine”.
    T    01/07/2012    #