Nora, please don't mind my silence.
Like how wind becomes still air, a happening without desire.
It is freedome in the quite, and reason in the silence.
Explanations to the questions that no one is answering.
Nora.

Please don't mind my silence, I'll not talk anymore.
There is nothing real to say, and the lack of speech will roar.
For any words that will come out, wil be left indeed.
Hanging in the air.
In the in-between.
Nora.

Nora, can you replace the shadows when I walk?
Nora, can you replace the shadows I cast off?

Nora, you are quiet Nora Lee.