In a silent world, times comes to a stand still
The universe staggers, drains of color
Meaning is lost along the threads of infinity
Tangents draw circles of countless straight lines

A quiet melody chants, the same assonance
It repeats, perseveres, as all there is
In a tiny universe, music saturates seclusion
It whirls throughout fields of desolation

Soft notes play, a hymn to melancholy
Closed eyes erase the void that surrounds
Space is consumed in a trance of fantasy
Creation comes undone...