There is nothing else but this flock of birds flying
Only this silk thread exists between the birds
There are neither birds nor sky
Neither beats of wings nor the onlooker
Only this thread
This invisible chord which is visible
Which twangs and in twanging quivers
And makes sounds while twanging
And the sequence of these sounds engenders music
O music! The music of the stillness
Of moving simultaneously
The music on this chord
Is the only one that exists
Which is
And is alive.