This music reminds me of that first night: newmoon on the speedway, crossing the outlying region of the city, in the steam-windowed automobile.

I can still feel the night's icy air entering my lungs through the half opened door and the leaves quivering, whispering the existence of that solitary tree in proximity.

I can still see the image of the moon rolling down the cloudy field and casting the spell of its mist.

Your eyecolour becomes more intense and fulfils the night with green, queer sparkles. I am losing myself into the bitterness of your lips, the flavour if devine decadence.

Sounds of night seek each other andm when found, complete to perfection the enchanting symphony that seems to call me far away.

I feel strongly allured to step outside, to anxiousely walk towards that noise, my first boldless running turning gradually into race, full speed, undirectioned race.

Branches of the lonely tree are growing, then creeping underground, then springing into other trees, an entire forest echoing the whisper of that music I've been hearing.

"I'm about to respond to everything" sounds the alien thought crossing my own mind, when a killing warmth pierces my whole spirit while dust of images run all around and thousands of sounds are thoughing, cconfused, trying to escape, fleeing, returning, increasing volume with an astouning rhythm, making me cry to death, screams that provoke me exhausting sicknesses and enhanced pains throughout my body.

I raise my sight to the leaded world of clouds that begins to drop down to earth ice flakes blessing my aroused soul.

"What happened to the car?" - and I wake dizzy and powerless on the speedway, in the automobile calmly driven home.