mixed moonlight with my spine,
tell the night, oh
how to tell Night
i'm a descendant of the sky
the undulating mission rite.

Night, when the mind wandered free
along the sunless side
Summer nights when silver blossoms
Rustle whispers in the balmy air.
Winter nights, when snowy banks
Like women's cheeks, asleep and fair.

moonlight stirred the seed of astral flight
changed the Chopin fingers moved
wandering halls at vampire's dawn
and the softly bouncing piano
mixed moonlight with my spine

and it reminds me of her eyes.