(indistinct talking in the audience)

♪ (upbeat strings and accordion) ♪

♪ (foreign language vocals) ♪

(applause)

♪ (solemn piano) ♪

I...

I have become the dream.

My mind has released me from reality.

I am wind.

I am wind and fog, floating. Floating in 
the dream, which I have become.

The thunder. The thunder is shifted.
Balance. And abstraction.

My mouth. My mouth is open. 
But offers, but offers no sound.

My tears. My tears smell strangely.

I am the star in an absurd drawn.

It is comedy.

The laughter is tearing at my heart as
I drift through the dream, which I -

which I have become.

♪ (chaotic strings) ♪

♪ (music adopts Latin groove) ♪

♪ (foreign language vocals) ♪

(light applause)

♪ (mysterious tones) ♪

♪ (chaotic strings) ♪

♪ (Latin groove) ♪

♪ (foreign language vocals) ♪

People.

(echoing) People touch. People touch.
People touch and drift apart.

In our intricate cells. Floating locked in
locked in locked in, and touching.

And touching becomes memory.

Yearning. Yearning for renewal. 
People. People. People.

People touch again. Drift apart.
Drift apart. Abandoned to ambitions.

Touching becomes unanswered pain.
People touch.

Word upon word. Flesh upon flesh.
And drift.

Drift apart. Crying to be rescued.
As the (inaudible) of touching.

Of touching and drifting repeats itself.
Again. Again. Again. Again.

♪ (solemn piano) ♪

Night of four loons and one
lone tree.

With one lone shadow, and one lone bird.

I seek in my flesh the tracks of your 
lips. The fountain kisses the wind.

Without touch.

I carry the "no" that you gave me in the
palm of my hand.

Like a (inaudible) of wax, almost white.

Night of four loons and one lone tree.

On a pin's point, my love is spinning.

♪ (mournful strings) ♪

(silence)

(applause)

(indistinct talking)

Thank you very much.
And give me a call sometime when you're

gonna be home for a few hours and I'll 
try to stop by.

Well babe I can make it up there by 
myself.

Would you do me a favor though and
stash the two bags over by the table?

>> You want me to carry that bag?
>> No I'm gonna mess with it.

>> You're gonna mess with it?
>> Yeah I'll get this and the tri-pod and

you get the bag and I'll see you up on 
that street corner like I said.

>> Yeah yeah!
>> I mean that's where I'm gonna go.

(clock tower bells)

Yep.

It's nine o'clock.

(cheers and applause)

there's somebody up there. 
They're getting cheered already.

They're perched up there already.

♪ (soft music) ♪

(applause)

(more applause)

(muffled voice)

♪ (tranquil music) ♪

♪ (inaudible lyrics) ♪

♪ (dramatic chorus) ♪

♪ (music becomes tranquil) ♪

♪ (chorus returns) ♪

♪ (peaceful music) ♪

♪ (operatic vocals) ♪

(chimes)

(applause)

(indistinct shouting)

(loud cheers)