Walking after darkness has long since fallen
I rome the eerie streets of the twilight world.
Looking and lingering in one place, then another
Never staying in the same place for very long.
Listening to the music of the night, the howling, the crickets
All of the earth' sounds coming into a clash of beauty.
The highs and Lows of the makers are mingled and spread
Throughout the night i listen to them as i roam.
Staying here and there as i am guided by their music
Always calm and quiet, but loud and raging.
All seems to disperse as the morning shows its first light
Over the horizon the bright lights of day world shun the night away
Leaving the morning hollow and empty, with something biding it's time.
Waiting for the beautiful music of the earth to fill the world.
Waiting for the sounds of beauty to come, to rise and fall.
The world is waiting for night, it waits for Midnight Music.