I am‐yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self‐consumer of my woes‐
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love's frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live …
John Clare, I Am

And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration: ‐feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of kindness and of love …
William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey

Numb, GnuS Cello

In the End, GnuS Cello

My Immortal, GnuS Cello

Hans Zimmer Medley, Tony Ann