In Silence I Observe

<br>[R. Nattefrost and J. Nordavind]<br><br>At the great wood`s mouth,<br>by the deep cave`s door.<br>I listened to something<br>I had heard before.<br><br>The wood`s mouth.<br>In a field I am the absence.<br>Wherever I am<br>I am what is missing.<br>And in silence I observe<br><br>When I walk I part the air<br>and always the air moves in.<br>To fill the spaces<br>where my body has been...<br><br>I close my eyelids.<br>There was nothing more to say.<br>I`ve seen it all before.<br>But, I find comfort in silence,<br>summer melacholia.<br>The air shivered against my skin.<br>Dark leaned into my eyes.<br><br>Those threatening clouds.<br>The sweet music of the summer rain.<br>The mist in early hours.<br>The dominant winds.