"I stare out of this blasted window to see the city and hear it's wretched heartbeat.

What would you have me do? Not pull the very soul out of the dirt and muck that fills the caps between paving stones?

That is what you do! You add to the muck, to the noise, the sound, the horror in life that people seem so hellbent on creating for themselves!

I toil away and waste away as the sounds wreak havoc in my mind! You ask for silence, yet I have never known the meaning of the word!
I have mimicked the voice of Angels with my violin,
I have caused Satan himself to tremble at my horns;
I am the very bridge between human soul and the almighty!

I cannot rest until this music is out of me,
I cannot sleep until I have purged myself and shown you all what noises I hear!

Even now by the look on your face, you seem timid; like that of a rabbit.

I assure you rabbit, I am the wolf.

I can shake this residence to the ground with the noises in my head.

The beauty and divine, the dirt and grime of humanity.

You seek shelter from the storm? I AM THE STORM!

I have not slept once since the age of youth,
Haunted by these tones and sounds;
They are my gifted curse, for you see I must create in order to find peace;
Which only becomes replaced by another piece!  

Let the coffee go cold, **** your eyes and your placid mind,
Go about and do whatever it is you do!
Pester me no more with your simple understandings!

I am creating things you can only dream of;
To you they are the Absinthe Dream.
To me, they are divinity channeled down from the high heavens and low hells.

I will bring forth the sounds of the soul and force them on you.

So no, I don't care for a walk, nor female company. Let the food rot.
Pester me no longer,
Rejoin the grime and muck from which you came;
For while you create ****,
I bleed fame!"