I can see the cracked question. I'm pulsing a small bit, shaking a little, on the edge of the answer. In the dawn of dusk, the colour of sweet orange, I see what's in between. Moved by the green wind and the remnants of the sunny horizons, it flickers with silent melody, soft, danced diamonds.
They whirl around and above me, with a warm contact of notes, but I can't complete the music, although a small sensible sound. Find the key. He's delirious somewhere in the distance, on a foggy infinity, 5 lines.
Everything changes diametrically. The orchestra is getting more annoying and louder. Crazy instrument tickle, trying to rip me out, from inside or outside of my sleep. Everyone plays his note, but in part, in understandable harmony. I'm expected to sing a song in a fresh arrangement.
