The Ghost Of Ethan lives among us. Above us. And
below. In between. Inside us. He is no different
in any way from any other ghost in this dimention
- Though like everyone - He is unique in his own
unique way. He is lost in his awakend state. His
silence swallows all. His silence is the moon. His
silence is the sun. Talking is not his art in this
world, But his deep baritone voice and his
interprative fingers...
And he is endlessly looking for unique tunes to
transalate his view to the world outside..

Someday I've come a long way From my secret travels In a secret life, it's hard to be I see my home in a distant landscape