(dedicated to Tilo Wolff & Lacrimosa)
A tired mystic clown forgetting smiling...
The master of unbearable art.
The noisy world turned out to be an island.
A song is just a ticking lonely heart.
He's out of stage, under the seventh heaven,
Seventh inferno. Blessed by minor mood.
So strange to stay with omnipresent devil
In rippling equilibrium for good...
The rain masks tears like eyelids hide the darkness.
Now Time Street flows into One Second Road.
Beg for a word of His Buffoony Highness,
For one pacific sympathetic nod.
The music's over and the clown is lifeless.
No trust for creatures that are coming in.
Who knows the real secret of the silence -
A broken heart?.. a broken violin?..