Cosmic Solitude Songtext
von Fall in Green

In the dark hours
Under warm blanket
Rilke feels protected like a child

Lou holds his heart with perfumed hands
He analyses shadows on the wall
Their shape, flicker, remind him of dark crimson roses

Thorns and petals
Pain and soft
Blood and skin
We are flowers


Lou Salomé
A mother in other ways
Nurtures his fragility
His legacy still dormant
His solitude protected
The only state fit for art to grow

He sits in the shelter of her essence
His muse a framed golden painting
Teasing a new poetic vision
To create a second self

He bears the pain of solitude
Without self pity
And waits for light

Rilke spurns analysis
Covets his angels and demons
And weaves them into words
For eyes of future generations