Ich geh mit meiner Laterne

It sounds like the breath between words that were never spoken. Music is like fog at dawn - no beginning, no end, just a feeling of movement where everything is familiar, yet slightly elusive. A pulsating rhythm, sighs, echoes of voices - and it's no longer clear whether it's a song or a dream you don't want to wake up from. Everything dissolves into sound, but a strange feeling of presence remains - as if someone was there, just silent.