On the foamy shore of pure blue
Shells which remained smashed under
Translucent drips from my bleeding sole

Where ist thyself today? Tomorrow where ist I?
A game of being, always not be found, always searched

If only I could know thy name
As did I with thy voice before the silence….

We are ready for the last incomplete violet rain
The green rains from the musical seas await us
Thyself does not know me… Never did!