SEEKER

The seeker, lost in dreams,
A wanderer buried in the clouds,
Even the sound of his harp
Already sounds in the strings of his fear.

Designate to the house a short way
As if hidden in enchantment,
To not dissipate, as if couple
In high-speed ships.

Trumpeter, and the trumpet is already mute,
And the notes flew from the fate
He has enough music,
Winter never comes.

And call her in vain,
Silence doesn't melt the ice.
And silence will not find thaw
What will win this world of deception.