To the sounds of quiet music

I am writing my night verse.

Had the day and didn't use it

And don't want to feel remorse.

Everyone has lomg been sleeping,

It is time to go to bed.

Yet my laughter and my weeping

Are now craving to be shed.

All the empty daytime hours

I could not put down a word,

I've been gathering my powers.

Now it's time I should be heard.

The night air is exciting

And my thoughts are running deep.

This is why I stay up writing

When the rest have gone to sleep.

April 1, 2006