When the light of the day goes down, and the sunset draws ashy-grey dusk, when the night starts to crawl out of every corner of the city - that's when our time comes. We pace the streets so dearly cherished again and again, our talk never stops, nither does our contemplation of street lights, sidewalks, dark lanes, and appreciation of the beauty of everything that we are surrounded with. We contemplate each other, as the music silently streams out of our eyes, and ears, and hands held together, and out of our memories and dreams, out of cold stones and the sky as well as cold, and the channel waters troubled by the wind. The story is unfolding with each new step, word, look, touch of the lips. Here goes clearity of soul and drowsiness of mind. This music after the daylight is gone is more than the heart's ballad, it is a subtle symphony of youth swathed in romantism, each note of which is pierced with Love. This music can be only heard because of you and due to you. So let it be heard by, between and inside of us forever