As she lay beside the young man, for a moment

She’d forgotten, who she’d become …

And all the words he told her

The colours how they showed her

All that she’d lost

And everyday the same day

Revolving in the same way

How it broke her heart

But no one else can hear

No one else can save her now

So quietly, life’s strange melody

Won’t be heard

She walks into the water …

And as the waves unfolding

Like the voices never knowing

Inside her head

But as her thoughts surround her

Like the ocean tide around her …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-OsmYPdnoU8

Jane Birkin – Strange melody

The way you write ronin is 浪人 with the character for wave and the character for person, which is pretty much how I feel, like a little wave person, floating around on the stormy sea of life.

– Ruth Ozeki – A Tale for the Time Being

They are out there somewhere

all assembled disassembled

bewildered voiceless

each seeking the others

seeking us

hemmed in by their question marks and doubts …

sorting through their dreams

forgotten memories

Perhaps recovering from their private deaths …

– Mario Benedetti – Missing