Dawn Tone

What needed to enter a role of holding breath in a drama
How do you know the departure when strayed into the emptiness
Black birds stand on a wire
Your eye shears
cutting the wire without any explanation
The ink is pouring out to draw in the sky

The dream breaks, fragrance remains on lips and teeth
The fire in chest still hot, suddenly
rocks burst out of the piano
Then the twilight moonlight glows
vaguely outlining of a man’s back

So quiet you can pick up a needle
Here and now
you will not hear the watchman’s clapper
Clothes rustle on bed
Beyond the fifth watch
the dawn is no longer chilly

You want to find out
what happened at the moment of
losing consciousness and trail
That time you barely heard
but felt a faint sound
like an airplane through the clouds
However, you could not too arbitrary to say
the sound was often rare for Great Music

Only within the scope of phenomenology
case by case, sound by sound
A white light of trumpet rises
The shadow of a man in cello disappears