There’s nothing I could see so clear
And not a tone to hear
Only the sense of touch in dark
I embrace the volume of the night
Volume of darkness
That volume of silence
Bright line interrupted
There’s no more lines, not even strokes
Only noise and fear
Dark volume of calm
Dark volume of sound
Of flesh, the membrane of the fear
Tones, the bright tones of love
They do not stay inside, only the distant echoes
Silent aftermath, the volume of silence
Fragile sparks in this dark matter
So much death
So much death