I can’t tell my secrets. I have no key to that door. Something keeps me joyful, but I cannot say what. Tonight, a singing competition: Jupiter, the moon, and myself, the friends I’ve been looking for! Tonight with wine being poured and instruments singing among themselves, one thing is forbidden, one thing: Sleep. When longing is sharp, and the ruby color deep, we welcome your grief, but don’t bring ambition or wanting, or sleepy boredom.