The dust dawn morning,
a silence heard.
The whispering and the wavering,
the croaking of frogs
and the chittering of birds,
interrupt the off silence - the absurd silence.
Silence, Silence, it calls for noise;
like the glittering water,
splashed by koi.
The dust dawn morning, so strange -
happens every day.
Silence, Silence, Silence.
From November to May-
from June to October;
Silence must be destroyed
for, what is silence
without noise?
On the dust dawn morning
a silence heard.
