The loneliness that was sung.
By those who paid dearly for a longing.
Under the night sky a deep dream drifts
On the trunk of life writing a shiver.

For there is no forest without dryness,
Nor a soul without faded shadows,
Love given in measures
Changes into unspoken tears.

But perhaps in the hidden silence
The secret of a thought is born,
A gentle and penetrating peace
From the longing for the world trembling.

The loneliness that was loved
Was once a shelter,
But its price is in the weary moment,
When longing demands an answer.

And in the silence that once
Was a song without a voice,
Today a bitter shadow is heard,
An echo that was long forgotten.

For those who in silence have found serenity,
Once cried for a dear soul,
Loneliness carries the destiny
Which in return gives peace – but also a threshold.