ec2-18-223-134-29.us-east-2.compute.amazonaws.com | ToothyWiki | BardicTranslationRoughs | RecentChanges | Login | Webcomic On a shore that is fragant and colourful as a garden By the blue edge of the endless waters On the side from which no footprints trail back
Rainbows shine in the watery mist A magic tapestry woven by no hands Beyond it, on a distant isle, a volcano smokes gently
Nothing there can harm anyone any more Does time even exist? Perhaps, but it is better to think not.
It is there that you will learn silence. There you will open your hearing and close your lips There you will once more, finally, become fresh - young - pure
Only after falling silent will you understand That the sound inside of you is beautiful - truthful - new And as an unstrummed string you will learn to sing without words
In that space where the poles do not know earth's measures A divine canon is led by the voices of such shadows as you
The conductor whose will is as fate Somewhere amidst the invisible harps and lyres Will find a spot for you, if he could be so kind
If so, sound out without looking for a mute Drown yourself in the love of melody Sob if you are a clavessin, cry out if you are an organ
Is this how it will be? Possibly not, but it is better to think so. Join the canon, be the minuet, be in it forever
On a shore that is fragant and colourful as a garden By the blue edge of the endless waters Listen only to that tune; treasure only that fruit
Do not return even for me, for me Neither alive, nor dead Even alone with you I will no longer be yours
Just wait a while, the breach is not wide and link will rejoin link; Soon I, too, will lose my tongue and fall silent.