In the quiet, all is clear, Silent drift, no sound, no fear. Like the wind, it softly flies, Whispered calm beneath the skies. Floating through the endless space, No direction, no set place. In the stillness, we are free, Silent drift, you and me. Silent drift, we fall and rise, Softly floating, boundless skies. In the moment, we dissolve, Silent drift, we both evolve. Tides of sound, they pull us close, In the silence, we’re composed. Through the quiet, we ascend, On this drift, we transcend. No beginning, no end in sight, Drifting onward through the night. A stillness we can’t comprehend, Silent drift, we find our zen. Floating softly through the air, In the drift, we are aware. (ooOooH)