Sweet sounds,
Which fill empty houses
As it's been abode
For the longest time
As the winds blew
The taste, the flavour
As if it's the ingredient
To the voices
Which fill empty gaps
As if it's the heart
That's made of bone
Not the body made of stone
As the sounds fades
The sweet antiquity
As the voices sang
I left for the seas
As the waves call out my
Name,