Is it the calm before the storm All sound is consumed Disappeared in the dark of the night Banished into the past for good An unwanted kind of quietness There falls a deep silence I never heard Even if I'm concentrating Not even the heart is possible to hear Suddenly awake from a deep dream Intimate voices from familiar mouths If you listen to the music you can hear the sound of sorrow Dedicated to the memory of mine It is the end of existence A frame house for my own If I achieved something in my life Spoken voices let me know