Ice blue fire

Ice blue fire,

Shines through subeams,

Glides over mountains,

Through my heart,

The secrets you told me,

Hide in my soul,

Like a drop of poison,

Inside my very self,

Fire that burns me,

Lies that tell.

The oaken music

Smooth oak glides and flows over mountains, crevasses,
Thin varnish flows and gleams over hidden shafts,
Silken fibres guards its heart, its soul as it makes its journey,
Of the wooden secret,
The secret of the oxygen mix,
The breath of the magic,
Of the truth,
Of the music.