Quiet

Easy and composed

Retired in some place

Containing its mood

From urging its pace

Shoulders and neck

Are much more at rest

When numbers are small

And grasp you, i shall

And then

I breathe

Intone

And i rest...

Alone

I breathe

Intone

And i rest...

And then

I breathe

Intone

And i rest.

Alone,

I breathe

Intone

And i rest...

Fingers clasp, snap!

Was it my turn,

Add my tepid talk

To the rowdy flock

I care only to loose

Myself in reserve

If waves around clash

I leave in mild thoughts

And then

I breathe

Intone

And I rest.

Alone

I breathe

Intone

And I rest...