Peace and Nothing Else
Park under the empty sky.
There is endless space
and you alone.
No need to hurry, no need to sparkle.
This is what I hear
when I listen to the sound
before the notes die.
The smiles on the face I have not seen
would perhaps be speaking like these.
There is pleasure in singing for you alone
and I would go on singing endlessly.
The melody does not fetter me.
The words are absent to free the space;
there is peace and nothing else.
Park under the empty sky.
There is endless space
and you alone.
No need to hurry, no need to sparkle.
This is what I hear
when I listen to the sound
before the notes die.
The smiles on the face I have not seen
would perhaps be speaking like these.
There is pleasure in singing for you alone
and I would go on singing endlessly.
The melody does not fetter me.
The words are absent to free the space;
there is peace and nothing else.
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