He walks alone among the woods, within the crowd,
He strays away and off to far distant furrowed spaces,
Comes back with silence, thoughts and will to do,
He steps aside and moves ahead to change the world.
The ground below. The water. The dream.
A little still moment on the side of the stream...
Who thinks, what moves, when and how?
There's music in the air, silent as it may seem.