There is a night after a nay

After one of the worst movies I've watched since many years now (of enchanting music: Bowie's Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars in Brazilian Portuguese, and the Icelandic Sigur Rós), scenes of which I'll forget so soon, even its name is beginning to fade already... Life Aquatic... doesn't matter, the night turned unexpectedly to its bright side, for there was spontaneity in the decision, taking us to an Irish pub where a band, a trio of three (incredible!), was playing live, a violin player near masterhood if not a master,  a tap dance on a wooden tabletop, The Doors played with an Irish accent and oh! with THAT violin, and a nice musician's joke in between, 'Last year they told us we were drinkers with a guitar problem', and then getting home and being overwhelmed by some e-mails of the same continent, of the same country, but from souls that mirror another continent, this continent where I'm contained, different countries, but still pure soul to soul connection, and that is nigh time to call it a night which began as a nay, tonight dying a full man, tomorrow rising a full sun, without a period, only commas, for so seems life to be, full of pauses and never full(y) stops