In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
Sacred stone down the lonely bay, singing chants of underwater tones.
Let it murmur in mellow tunes and rise by the sound of the trumpets.
Stars slept on earth, playing silent evening tunes.
It raced towards the edges, sashaying into the dry bushes.
Empty and without happiness, thinking why I had this fate.
She took the earphones and listens. She covered her ears from the noise of the crowd.