The silence falls down over the city. The grey sky in your eyes reflects my deep sadness. Icall your name so many times but you can't listen to me. My silent cry is too far, too shy, too weak and yet too powerful to be contained, restrained, kept inside my heart.

The darkness falls down over the city. There is only a thin thread of moonlight above. The tears are pale star-drops against my skin and the mouth is struggling for air. The whisper tells your name again and again and you can't see my despair. Heart in hands, soul pouring out my eyes but still you can't see.

The loneliness falls down over the city. Sore eyes, soul, heart. Tiredness is the only confort that comes a bit before the sun rises. I dream with your eyes, hands, voice, the wrinkles around your mouth, the way you laugh and cry. I dream with your face and your love and can only hope the dream that I wish will come true.