For this long journey
The only thing that I take
Is this moonlit night.

Why is it so hard
For us to be together?--
I'll just have to wait.

Somehow I see her
In this drunk circus of fools--
She keeps me alive.

On this silent night
I can hear it whispering--
The chill autumn wind.

I won't try this time
To show you my silly verse--
This place says it all.

Throughout all these years
Of silence and loneliness
I made friends with both.

Let's start a new band--
I'll blow into this trombone,
While you scream some words.

                             November 29, 1999
                          --Alexander Shaumyan