My name is like the whisper of an enchanted soul, serene and humble,
mysterious and void. I am the pleasure of that early morning awakening,
the blink of an eye's revival, when slumber fades away; I resemble a ray
of light all pure and soothing, a warming touch of eerie softness. Some
call me the psyche's echo, others a tomb's relief. I am the cosmos'
vastness the depths of the abyss the deaf's true longing the poet's last
release... I am nothing but silence.

 

                                                [7.4.17]