Beyond Memory

Reaching down to the starless heavy sea.
In the pitch black night.
Baku is a sunny wheat field.
High above on a hill,
Grains of light hit my face by the handfuls,
And the music in the air flows like the Bosporus.
High above on a hill
My heart goes out like a raft
Into the endless absence,
Beyond memory
Down to the starless heavy sea
In the pitch dark.