melodies made of midnight stories of summer and of light where i end and you begin is a desert of pain and sin believe in sense not in signs what is essential is wrapped in silence life in motion, ceaselessly unknown laws, a collector of loss rage in concentric circles three sisters weaving love and hate burning runes like a cornfield no grief for those whose time has come melodies made of midnight stories of summer and of night where we end and nothing begins is night and pain and sin