What sound can stir this silence?
The hush before the storm...

Eyes wide open
in the darkest place...

Up from the dawning east,
there rose no hope today...

My dreams of late are filled with grief.
I see in them a lonesome leaf...

Faretheewell, cruel summer,
so lief thine winds expire...

Darling, the swans that I lie with are dying,
still on the shore, where the waves are sighing...

Ah, the song of the silence
what beauty and depth to each line...

Adrift in streams of silver light
an endless silent summer night...

Tangled in endless confusion,
enrobed in the gathering mist...

My soul will blend with autumn`s wind,
roam pained by roses grown within...

What storm of this world can make it tremble,
this silhouette that I blindly follow...

We sing and the birds are silent
like stars do we lighten the world...