All pervading trivial obsessions

The door is open, curtains closed

Thoughts that take their time

Dislodge disappear come back again

Quicker now your name

A closer echo

The door is open, curtains closed

This swirling black night, the crazy morrow

The sound of your name

The light of the candle

The colours that express how the artist feels

The colour of the flame, the tiny flame

The colourless black expanse of night

And the turning screw

Of white and black silence.