Funeral Conductor – Orator – Soon one or the other will say: We don’t see the old man anymore!
Meditation and Prayer
It will still be a short while that you walk up this street, down the long line, and sometimes stand still and say hello. Soon one or the other will say. We don't see the old man anymore, he walked back and forth here on cold and warm days. be it! I have bent the full bowls of life to my mouth, and I have also tasted all the torments of life to the bottom. Some things have been done that I should, I will not leave my path without a trace. But some things I should and wanted, how many things are still undone!
To be sure, it still descends too early, the well-known night. But who has ever completed his day's work with all care and effort! Look around you! See the bright eyes, the youthful blood on the cheeks, and say to yourself: Young life pours into every gap. It's taken care of, don't worry; Make way, mankind is not dying out, it is forever celebrating new mornings, you climb firmly into the dark house!
Funeral Conductor
The day blued so dreamily, the air was so warm, and the light shone clearer than ever. And everything carried a scent, as if longing were a flower, I breathed her woe. I felt as if a voice were saying quietly deep inside me: Go! The longing rings in me like a soft bell. Don't know where she's singing from, where she's singing to, because I can't listen.
Life drives me wildly, roars around me with a roar, and gradually the bell falls silent and softly rings out. It is only made for the holiday and much too fine for its bebebanging beat to intrude on the lust for noise. It is a sound from where everything is celebration. I wish I was where you forget about the noise.