The chimes

The chimes of our imagination

Has its magic, has harmony.

It sings its accompaniment to our soul

And tells us about immortality.

In the meantime the crude world

falls in mid-run, in one heavy stroke.

The world bound man to the gold

And speaks only from transience.

The chimes of our imagination

Has its magic, has harmony.

It sings its accompaniment to our soul

And tells us about immortality.