with the darkest night as my muse i'll write a song for you. i apologize, for this tune is far over due. no sweet melodies are soon to come, just a tempo of snaps and a little kick drum. i suggest a wooden chair, a quilted blanket and tea. just please follow the directions, bring no company. let in the air of the night, the chill should be prominent in this place, and to the man at the door, make the silence elongate his face. this succession will take place when you deem it timely. i wish you luck, for you know where i'll be.