01 - My Memory :

Instrumental

02 - That You :
[Lyrics : William Shakespeare]

O, that you were yourself! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father: let your son say so.

03 - Two Parted :
[Lyrics : Georg Byron]

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken – hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I fell now.

Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well: -
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met –
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? –
With silence and tears.

04 - Sonnet Of Silence :
[Lyrics : Edgar Alan Poe]

There are some qualities - some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs

From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold _Silence_ - sea and shore -
Body and Soul. One dwells in lonely places,

Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him berrorless: his name's "No more."

He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untime ly lot!)

Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man), commend thyself to God!