Nowhere/Catastrophy

You fly or rather float drifts

Through an enormous dark room

The room of noises

Endless shimmering glissandi

Crackling pizzicatto

Coal black turbulence holes of bass-drones

But otherwise empty

No planets no meteorites

If anything - perhaps fine dust clouds

Of exploded music

You float there, somewhere between

Pleasure an fear

(Nowhere/Catastrophy)

In the piece of time you cannot determine

You're everywhere, but in the present

Hey, you disappear, further and further

Into these incalculable rooms

And your personality fades away

Your features evaporate

Your body decomposes

And your last thought was that you have become a noise

A thin, nameless noise, among all these others

Howling

In the empty dark room