Munch-Petersen, Gustaf Uddrag fra hidden striving

there is silence in my world -
therefore I sing low songs through the nights -
the silence creeps mistlike,
eating my world -
the small things I know
will not answer
the great things I need -
the low songs of my faith
cannot stop
the bleeding of hunger's blood -
but the nights are innumerable -,
I'll work 'pon my tunes,
till they shine flickering,
hazy like old weapons -,
till they stand like pale noble cans
dripping with dangerous wine -
I shall sate silence,
night by night,
with exquisitely carved instruments, and pearls
beyond value -
- low songs creep mistlike,
seeking the faith of silence -