Mekong Delta, J. Jenkins
In this night it happened I
woke up early, I don't know why
The world drowned in an ominous
silence, in a nervous rest...
And I climbed up the old stairs
to the room of Erich Zann
What I saw, I can't forget
Through the old window, overdimensional gate
This deluge of music, and Zann laid down his life
The bow was fiddling with no help
His glassy eyes stared with no life
In whirlwinds of unheard cadences
