Then night comes.
Night rests on all roofs.
Night twinkles in all windows and in the pools of rain on the lids of the blue paraffin drums.
Now everyone is slumbering in their bedrooms, where sleep flowers float down in the darkness.
The distant sound of star drops falling from the heavens can be heard in the silence. The sound echoes throughout the vast vault of heaven.
The sound is the only sound in Heaven and on Earth.
It’s only the sound of a tap that hasn’t been turned off properly.
The dripping tap is alone, alone in the world.