The breeze and the heat

One element, the fire

gilding the sweat

burning

the sound

drunk

calls for loudness

and calls for even more fire

the sound becomes

and everything shines here

firelight

the sound

faint

make's holes in the ground

And what comes crashing

burning and turning

ashes to this site

gently into the fire, it rages

is the first breeze,

the first drop,

the first sound

the voice...