I move within the light and shade,

Drawn deep within the dark displayed

Within words wild, unharnessed, penned

By the low bell. And we to the dream descend

Like lovers, dark and formless, who ever need

The sudden kiss of rod and reed.

And then, the bitter, silent freeze

That seals our souls. By slow degrees

A silence falls, a void remains.

Sweet poison flowing in our veins.

Who is the fool? Who is the wise?

Who plays the jester in disguise?

The feelings cold. The movements slow.

Released by my adagio.