The breeze lifts the blanket on the couch
The couch sitting by the open doors
It's quiet on a Sunday
Slanting sunlight comes through the white morning
The brick of the walls is cool and old

There's no one around
There's no one away
The world is quiet

Icicle bells float in the stream of time
Their icy ringing echoes through the air
The candles float on the pool water at night
Their light is gentle and the silence speaks

Violet flowers surrounded by ice
Their purple is bright with the clear crystal
Golden spoons sit on the white tablecloth
The plates are empty

Is there a sky
Are there trees
Is there a wayward bumblebee
Is there a star
Is there the earth
Is there a pool of water

If a falling star lands in the water
Does it light up the water with a glow
The keys to the kingdom are missing
The castle gates won't open

In the courtyard the breeze floats across the stone
The shadows are cool in the sun
The plants are fresh and alive
There's no one there

No sleepy sky in a seaside town
The lemonade sits in the glass with ice
The bedsheets are soft and cool
The wood of the house is old and nice

Mint ice cream in a white bowl
Under light coming through a stained glass window
There's ripples in the pool of water
The water is clear