Silence of the night, painful silence, Nocturne... Why does my soul tremble like this? I hear the low hum of my blood. I watch a calm storm pa** inside my skull. Insomnia! Not to sleep, and perchance to dream. To be the whole soliloquy of spiritual dissection, my Hamlet-I! To dissolve my sadness in one night's wine, in the marvelous crystal darkness... And then I wonder: When will it be dawn? A door just closed... Someone is pa**ing on the street... The clock strikes three...It must be Her!