Show me, oh celestial ball of fire
Was it Giazotto or Albinoni?
Perhaps we shall learn during our dark waltz in this courtyard of graves
to an orchestra whose prelude brings me the thought of You
Certainly do shivering leaflets notice our charming science
And will not a flourish of dancing birds watch us in geometric symphonies?
They learn from bodies of water
Above and below.
A pantomime raises one finger to the sky –
All do shudder.
Kiss me with your fire!
Lay your flames upon my lips
Burn light upon my pale body
Surely is it time for our darkest dance