9pm and on. Exercising new routes and again and again ending up on old tracks. Overcoming forces of habits as a tedious daily work. Also, spending increasingly more time setting things straight late, knowing the self of the early hours is increasingly unforgiving when it comes to missed details. A late bus departing, a taxi waiting in the middle of the streets, suitcases, backpacks and cigarettes. Giving up on finding good music for this evening. It adheres to its own melody. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Past 10pm and the heavy lightness of an early night. Not able to escape the piano for now, remembering old melodies from when the years used to have their own sound. Spotlights dancing across a silent nightsky, there's music out there too but distant and unrelated. The joys and sorrows and odds and ends of the days to fly by, always just a dream from here. Sleep tight everyone, wherever you are.
Finally: Challenging ones own perception by trying to recall everything that used to be of importance ever since leaving the first half of the day. And failing, as expected. Wondering whether to pick up that red thread and walk all the way back, but then letting things fade into the unknown past isn't too bad either. No guitar players, no candles tonight, most of the windows closed and most of the street like in a mode of early night. Even though it's already too late for that. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Closing in on 10pm and listening to the fading, dissonant melodies of a filled long day. Too, someone is playing a guitar somewhere in the streets, once again, and it seems like practising beyond scales, practising that's achieving some result. (Lighting a candle. Leaving a concluding remark before flipping this page. Taking a deep breath, keeping air to oneself for a moment to counter the sensation of world spinning too fast. And waiting for some rest in all that. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)
Much later. Brief interlude of a lazy sun, late, somehow out of place, faded soon. The clouds seemed stronger even in this evening. A little lost for words, listening to the various channels and streams of communication permeating the various layers of this ever-conscious world. Wondering to play the piano a bit, but the chords won't align with the mood and each other. Now, waiting, for sleep, and some light dreams it might carry. Not too many expectations though. Have a quiet night wherever you are.