Vacuous Spectral Silence

Exquisite are they, those who partake
Inaudible, indeed soundless, though they are
Who unbound, traverse the immensity of space
Who themselves, form, every-body
From their every salt, in
La danse du silence

Who themselves, form, every-body
Flowing through vacuous voids
Faint transparencies, spectral wisps, covering the universe
Formations of purity, purged of thoughts
Of bodies formations of purity
Borne on deathly magic winds
Swaying, spinning, majestic, moving
Vacuous Spectral Silence
Their dresses, flow, their gentle feet, fall
As each hand, curls, and long hair, swirls
The dance is, long, the song is, silent
The composers, score, is still
And told