one note - prologue

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!

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