Original lyrics
ENQuiet, the perfection of poem
Silent, the perfection of sound
Content, the perfection of play
Empty, the perfection of construct
It takes white and black to make a shadow
It takes a strike to make a tone
It takes two to make a play
To make a building, it takes clay
To want, one needs a thought
To need, there must be a flaw
To hate, there must be anger
And to love, nothing at all
To create, one needs a vision
To achieve, one needs a dream
To live, there must be hope
And to die, the desire to let go
