Everything is moving
And I am standing still
Everything is breathing
I fear I never will
All the world is living
While I sit in serenity
Colors dance before my eyes
There truly are no shadows in the dark
I see a blank silhouette
He has no face and a heart of white
Notes and poems from him flow forth
Each of his leaflets picked up by the crimson wind
I shiver and the world disappears
Here I sit without within
A lack of emptiness fills my soul
On to a new world
Perhaps I shall be born
And I will change
Perhaps I will read aloud
I begin with a long deep breath
Maybe I can see the man's face
Dark and elusive we will share