Fading away (reprised)

​As traces from other lives, as paces from a time with no name, I just wait for a new spin in this never ending game. Breathing deep  the rough smell of the earth, the wet touch of the grass, the formless babbling of water, the blessed cold of the coldest winter, I embrace the sense and meaning of all the things. As a lullaby, all those fragments of sensations merge together into a single moment, overwhelming any other distraction or melody around. A lament maybe, or just a faint tune from nowhere, bouncing and echoing in my mind as so many other times. Let me alone now, 'cause I do not want to miss the hymn of this enchanted, grand orchestra singing the song of the life  and rebirth
And which I am part of.