I CALL YOU RISE OR FALL
What your name: rise or decline? Because sometimes I fear I am, and the red of her roses tend cautious, and I sense a fear in his flute, for those days without singing and without end. But myths and mine, I feel the evenings, the dim light of my gaze. The forests, between my arms fall asleep, and I am, of them, set to music, and the darkness that is in me is getting married to similar dark, who has accepted the violin.
(Rainer Maria Rilke)