Remember, they were something - they sounded here... The notes.
Look there, there's nothing, a leaf falls, only it's another one.
No... Scores in solitude, it's only a heart
showing the retreat in which guards the splinters.
The sound of the silence, harmonies of intimacy
show me the retreat in which I can close my eyes.
Look there, there's nothing.
A fleeting walk among the trust.
