The world stopped and Quiet entered my room.
God, I'm glad he's here again!'
I do not mean a blissful sense of all-encompassing peace
or a longed-for encounter with emptiness.
I'm talking about space.
About one where I can hear my own noise, funny dialogues
petty thoughts and fake heart songs about the desire for anything.
Sometimes I scare him a little, but I'm always relieved a lot.
Thanks to him, I see again what is essential
and again my heart is full of pure melodies.