What can I tell of the silent?
Its just there with me in a stream of strange notes
It shows you how to see inside of things, than outside
To look closer in everything and create distance in the same time

Live is poignant misery if we see from one side
I’ve traveled around the world only to see
people like to argue than to find harmony
A one side,
Winning, competition, fame, gold, and glory..
But nothing offers me this strange notes I’ve found
Here in my place, now.

What can I tell of the silent?
When everything, past and recent, moving slowly
With no sound
Showing nothing than my beast
O! illusion, the illusion of me,

Let the silent shatter all
Teach me its nature,
to move unsound
But making stream notes,
and show me things.