Fool space of sounds further Count
Soft hands on the drum
Music for forms
Can you hear it with your eyes
Ghosts full of space further Count
White light on your fingers
Music for taste
Can you smell it with your mouth
Animals are dancing further
Further for you, further for me
Into the exquinox of rythm
Your hands touch the further sun
The sun of light
The light of your soul
Further from you, further from me
Empty space, the music is gone
Lyrics are still there Count, listen
A further song from me, further person
To you, actor in dreams, earth in blood
No bodies are painted
But salmons in the air as dust on the ground
Floatting for a water breath