The Ensemble Of Silence
And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,on silent wings the night comes from there,as my heart longs to thee...
..for in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,its leafs have withered, it ceased to grow - left in me its woe.
The wine of love, is o so sweet, but bitter is regret,I knew at sunset I would meet the ascending veils of dread.
Before my eyes nocturnal curtains fall,The dark and gentle haze of the night, greedily devours all.
[The Night:]"Woe to him whose heart is filled with bitter rue and who drowns in grief"
In the silence of the night I lose myself,it makes me drunken with its sweet blue sound.
In the drunk'ness of solitudeI fear no more the solemn realms of deathNo single sigh from my lips as I drink the wine of bitternessMy heart is aching nevermorefor I know that all may endJust I and the poetry of the nightNow forever one....
Just I and the poetry of the night, now forever one,The ensemble of silence plays so beautiful for me...