Windows, from which I once looked out over the countryside in the evening with you, are now bright with alien light. The path still goes from the gate where you stood without looking round and then turned down the hill into the valley. At the curve the moon caught your pale face once more; but it was too late for me to call to you. Darkness - silence - rigid air sinks round the house as it did then. You took all joy away with you. Alle Freude nahmst du mit. Pisse.