Calm Ii

Troubadour of silence; din That fades, little by little, Near to the zero. Waters that mix changing Colors, fountain upon fountain Rising; earth trembling; Mixture of joys, woes, fear; The coming of Piper be near! I hear in the distance; doors Are opening; the troupe forming. Away! Away With Work He Said Leave Your Study Desks Cut The Chains Off Them For A While And In His look There Was A marked Guile And Cunning Bright And Naked. Troubadour of silence; din That fades, little by little, Near to the zero. Waters that mix changing Colors, fountain upon fountain Rising; earth trembling; Mixture of joys, woes, fear; The coming of Piper be near! I hear in the distance; doors Are opening; the troupe forming.