The Graveyard is empty;
Grass sings thoughts
over fresh earth,
Upon no ears

They were there weren’t they?

The Graveyard is empty:
Stone roars silence,
Eyes see by being seen -
Pitch black is the end

Were there none for me?

The Graveyard is empty;
Thoughts are thoughts,
Words are words,
Action is dead

The Graveyard is empty