響 (hibiki)
(2013)
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
