Empty the mind
Empty the soul
Empty the vat of emotion
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A low drone - almost not there
Slow
It fades not out of, but into the air
Notes
Waves
Like billows of clouds casting a shade
A cool cool shade
On an empty stage
In a cavern full of the grey, but with waves
The blue sounds of waves
Heavy dark tones of blue within the clouds
Within the sounds of grey
They, the grey, the blue, do wake me anew
They\'ll take you
They\'ll take you to a place that\'s true
Where you feed on the spaces, on the traces of eternity
Sounds that bleed
Not of a crimson hue
No
The blue - the grey
Bereft of day
here no moon does hide his face
Just the blue blue waves
It\'s here I do stay
Until other shades betray
And pull me away
From the taste of the blue
And the taste of the grey
That fill a cool soul drenched in the way
In the ways
In the waves
That sooth a mind
That cooly flow
Till the other shades
Till vibrant cascades come an fill the stage
And wash me
And wash it all away