Plenitude Is a Perfect Vacancy

'Words move, music moves
Only in time <i>[...]</i>" In the labyrinth of soul The internal voice roams He burns the flowers of dreams The time is his alley To destroy the youth and arduor With the words of old man They ruin souls of artist With unnecessary criticism Let the song fly to the sky Let the cold walls cry Let the melody dance with the crowd Let the song sound through the night Let Salome dance tonight We will pay the biggest price Our souls will reach salvation Our sound will reach destination Trying to touch the Plenitude in vain We create new ideas There won't be full satisfaction "
Plenitude is a perfect
Vacancy" "
Words move, music moves
Only in time, but that which is only living
Can only die.
Words, after speech, reach into the silence.
Only by the form, the pattern
Can words or music reach
The stillness (...)" [written by P. Maslanka except the last part - a fragment of. T.S. Eliot's poem "
Neither plenitude nor vacancy"]