O wanderer,
you have finally found your solace.
It called to you at midnight,
through a lone man
filling a valley, with sacred melody.
His music
his heartbeat
They’ll tell you the world is beautiful,
but they have no idea,
what it is
– to be the sole audience
in a performance of the soul.
Matter subsides,
thoughts dissolved with each leap of his fingers.
The puppeteer,
showing you
how to play the song of life.
ends in solace 