Schiffenberg Abbey, Giessen
To greet you one last time,
I offer you here my paltry song.
Bosom without blood and soul,
Be filled with my voice.
Maybe no one regrets
Or no one remembers
The prayers, the thousand motets
Which used to resound in your womb.
Space filled with nothingness,
Trembling, nude skeleton
Occupied by swallows, tiny ghosts
Who hunt the lost Good fridays
And Christmases...
But still the scent of incense
And the pale light of candles
Surrounds you, who are confident and virginal,
Like an intense dream.
It is no good telling you
the words you will not heed,
that every destiny is to perish
And nothing will be excluded
from being changed.
For the last time, to the extreme,
I raise my voice full of love
To sing our requiem
And then I'll leave you
Forever.
Crystal 03/2002