But it was just that
That was it, but nothing?
It was just the beat
In a closed door?
And no one answered
No act of opening
It was, without a lock
A lost key?

And after an afternoon of who I am
And waking up to an early hour in despair
Behold, the three in the morning I woke up
And I found
Simply this
I found myself calm, cheerful
Fullness without fulmination
Simply this
I am me
And you are you
It's beautiful, is vast will last
I know more or less
What will I do next?
But for now
Look at me and love me not
You look at you and love you
It is what is right

That or less than that
A notion of door
The project to open it
With no other side?
The Listening Project
In search of sound?
The answer we offer
The gift of a refusal?

And after an afternoon of who I am
And waking up to an early hour in despair
Behold, the three in the morning I woke up
And I found
Simply this
I found myself calm, cheerful
Fullness without fulmination
Simply this
I am me
And you are you
It's beautiful, is vast will last
I know more or less
What will I do next?
But for now
Look at me and love me not
You look at you and love you
It is what is right

How to live the world
In terms of hope each?
And what is this word
That life does not reach?

And after an afternoon of who I am
And waking up to an early hour in despair
Behold, the three in the morning I woke up
And I found
Simply this
I found myself calm, cheerful
Fullness without fulmination
Simply this
I am me
And you are you
It's beautiful, is vast will last
I know more or less
What will I do next?
But for now
Look at me and love me not
You look at you and love you
It is what is right