Daniel Würfel - Where the journey is silent (Offizielle Musikvideo)

The silence after the storm

There was no longer a north that held, no south that carried. Daniel was on the edge of what had once been his world. His compasses and maps had long been burned to ashes. Golden triangles danced on his skin – a geometric gate of fire that burned deep into his consciousness.

The storm was not raging outside. He was shaking in his head. Every thought was a spark, too fast for this reality, a flash between light and silence. "I didn't die," he thought, as his old identity disintegrated. "I'm just showing what's behind it.“

He remembered names, dust, the feeling of being a small, anxious child in an infinite universe. But here, in this sucking, deep blue, which had been calling him in secret since his birth, all the formulas faded. Every form of time ceased to exist. His mind expanded – beyond the limits of the conceivable.

No heaven, no god, no day and no night. Just a sudden, loud hovering. The silence screamed in him, and with each heartbeat, which was no longer one, he became lighter. The storm wiped it out to finally make it true.

A thousand golden seals burned in his being. Daniel inhaled the light, closed his eyes and opened them at the same moment as something completely new. He was no longer trapped in a story that cinema could ever have written. He was the eye that started time itself. A spark in the cosmos - free, immortal and infinite wind in the great, eternal silence.

Lyrics

I put a compass and maps in the fire,
no more north that holds, no more south that carries.
A gate of geometry burns in my face,
triangles of gold become a new poem.

The storm does not come from outside,
he rages in my head.

WHERE THE JOURNEY IS SILENT, WHERE NO THOUGHT IS ENOUGH,
WHERE A FLASH IN THE BRAIN GROWS FROM LIGHT AND SILENCE,
I SEE A FIRE THAT IS MORE THAN JUST FIRE,
A GOAL THAT MY OLD SELF FORGETS.

Further than any story the cinema ever wrote,
deeper than any image that remained in space.
No word has weight, no prayer has more sound,
just a suction of blue, who sang me since birth.

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