Disharmony (Live at 'Centralstation' Darmstadt, Germany)

My poems fade as flows of time

Tear apart my withered state

The written words no longer rhyme

A broken soul, the paper torn

Letters that once made up words

Don't have a meaning anymore

Carried away by nighttime birds

A blank page left to die

The songs I wrote fade with the wind

As the wheel of ages turns

The muses once upon me grinned

But now they speak no more

Notes that made up melodies

Distort into disharmony

Like a ghost that swiftly flees

And vanishes as daybreak comes