Nameless, a boy upon a rough boat He makes his way downstream Under the candles of the stars The great chandeliers of the mansion The moon in her fullness She waltzes across the singing surface As animals and insects sleep peacefully In their places Water passes softly by Drifting up from silent wells Like memories in meditation Count his bones, the boat drifted as a young leaf fallen Hapless and helpless, and he blessed the mossy stones A night and day of longing is as nothing As a shell cast into The raging sea is forgotten A star swallowed up in the void that pulses A life expired that never blossoms The music is his, the boy in his trance He wrote it across the mist and the rapids And it carried him away from the forest And it carried him away He gave himself to the river And it carried him away