The insects rise with night,
Outside, you walk the dog,

A little poodle
That hates your guts.

It snarls and snaps at you
Every chance it gets.

The little ankle biter.

But that's been you lot
In life,

Remembering things
From way back when.

The least moments
Come back the most.

It's then I embrace
All the moments,

All of them
Lead me

To a place outside,

Where the insects
Rise with the night,

And symphonies
Smash through my brain.

The oboes and cello
Rise with the insects.

I switch of the music,
Feel the blind silence,

I strip naked,
Night ticks

In the quiet
Of clocks.

Movements of hands,
I breath,

The end.