Part I - The Rape of Solitude
Rain Raga


Rain Raga


Listen... listen...

My thoughts are trickleing down
Into the pool of my soul,
And the ripples are slapping the shore
Of my emotions,

The rigid reflection of now
distorted by yesterday's dreams,
Flowing like lamenting streams
Into tomorrow.

I'm NoMan and nowhere in time,
My soul, like a paper sailboat,
Is drifting alone in the stream
Of no emotion.

I'm full and I'm empty;
I'm happy and sad,
And the rain is beating around me.

Listen... listen...