Noise is getting white,
Silence's turning black,
Science ends up arts,
Music brings a knack.
Chaos just disarms,
Order elevates,
Under lock and free -
Feelings sound great.
Beauty finds the frame,
Sorrow leaves its crown,
Logic overcomes,
Magic spreads around.
An explosive calm
Like a clear light,
Like the heavy clouds
Or a restfull flight.
Like a solar wind
In Van Allen belt,
It is purest love
I have ever felt.
Inspired by music and lyrics of Dark Tranquillity band