No. 6: Assez lointain | Original Piano Solo | Perf. by Khajo

This is the poem written for the video: Quite distant, things seem through each window of time future's glass being stiff and opaque While the past is transparent, frozen as ice since it cannot be changed, yet still melts away In flashes of anger, we thaw out the glaciers For we hope that the warmth which we feel in our hearts Will exchange itself fairly for ice shelves of memory the books of which we may list through at will In the shortage of love, we have no warmth to trade so the frost persists not, and our shelves turn to puddles, and the books are now damp, and their pages are ruined... illustrations washed out, their descriptions are drowned all coherence is lost, disappears with it language we can no longer speak