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