A man sits alone amidst empty bottles of sorrow.
The devil is his only company.
He tries to seduce a violin.
The demon laughs at his attempt.
Meanwhile he infuriates and meditates and rests within himself.
Bright pearls of disgust make the air humid.
But his dream tears the law.
The law which all must follow.
If not to vanish in a cloud of inequity.
The man plays, although all to recklessly.
"Am I a god?" asks the man, old and tired.
The silence never gave him
the answer he desired.