All the chimes of silence,
Melodies in dim light
Resound in a trance
With the stars of the night

A wall of souvenir,
A forgotten window
Strike a far away tune
On the living clavier
Of life, and old songs go
Back to silence immune.

Days are short; emptiness
Fills another measure
Of perhaps a sadness...
The minute is so pure

And all day long I hear
A multitude of chimes...
The silence rings so clear
On the crystal of times.

The chimes of silence are so high
Soaring above the glory and
The hope of Spring.