The first songAnd a letterWithout wordsToday I long for them without fail.Aged epics,Time upon the waves,In the old shepherd's hut,Myself a museum.Letters eaten by moths,Hanging on spider threads,In the high abysses,Myself a museum!HOW MANY?!How many rivers were lostLeft as gravel and stone?How many trees dried upNever bearing fruit?How many waves subsidedKissing no shore?!How many boats slipped awayAimless, with no path?!How many flowers withered,In their very first hours?!How many loves fell,Left unwounded?!