(Little Boy)

One note, sounds like a light ray

One note, sounds like a new day

One note ,holds all the others,

millions of colors

So one note is best!



(Pete)

The last war finally ended with a huge explosion in Japan.

Some of the liberated prisoners of war from Berma

brought home souvenirs, like Shamisen.,

little banjos with lizard skin resonators.

That terrible bond

All those perfect Japanese gardens

Timber houses with paper walls

Consumed in the monumental roar of darkness

All those one stringed musical instruments burning black

Those delicate single notes bended.



But there is peace there of course

In the end all those in pain died quietly in the gentle arms of the shadow

And as ever, the sun rises.