Tim Blickhan - Light - текст песни (слова)

Not with drums
 Light comes.
 It knocks
 Upon no door;
 From no dim pane
 It stirs the dust
 Or sweeps the skein
 That is the spider's airy fane.
 It turns no locks.
 It has no language to implore
 The just,
 No thunder to awake
 The sluggard and the rake.
 It wields no instruments of doom
 To raise the sombre siege of gloom;
 It spins no strategems with mirth.
 But to the wide, clear-windowed room
 It is rebirth.