Deep in layers unwarm drifting

Lower in depths still descending

On wide billows slowly floating

In colder streams smoothly drifting



Beauty unleashed

Light wind flowing

Heard Silence



A dance to abyss would soon follow

Once another would soon swallow

Darkness as the light most silent

Silence as the darkest of voices



From Silence and anything

To Silence and nothing

Is the path of final solitude