I only cry is quiet places. Only the echos listen to my sadnesses. My mind is an empty stage, thick with the dust of solitude and abandonment. It is here that I sometimes remember a wonderful past production. It is here I sometimes enter, where I hear my sadness aloud. The echos reach to me and try to console me, alas they cannot, for nothing is left in heart. Only I, the kindred, remain in this desert of sadness.