And Is Not The Lute That Soothes

You Cannot Lay Remorse Upon The Innocent Nor Lift It From The Heart Of The Guilty. Unbidden Shall It Call In The Night, That Men May Wake And Gaze Upon Themselves.

How Distant I Am From People When I Am With Them, And How Close When They Are Far Away.

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.

Yesterday Is But Today's Memory, And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream.

Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing.