This song was heard when no one was listening,
spoken by solitude across the desert sands.
This is the dance…
Can you hear the rhythmic pounding of the idle mind?
Can you hear the rhythmic pounding for the idol’s mind?
Pulse of the heartbeat in the temple, in the stars,
in pupils reacting to light?
In quiet apartments, silence deadening?
The stillness rings.
I’ve never seen an idle dance,
but dances to idol’s dreams,
and the subtle things beating at my door.
I walk the quiet corridor,
as blood pulses through the temple.