Cricket Songs - 3 AM
Paper thin wings chirp outside my office window.
Close to the earth, these creatures of night song
sing soporific to an already sleeping audience
while perched on their pedestals of stone.
The truly nocturnal tend to seek
to the perfect symphony, seek
solace from solitude or perhaps create
this special music for its own sake.
My fingers tap keys, add to the orchestra
of this night musing. Words too make
their own sounds- even when whispered
through humid nights and melancholy attitudes.
Together we seek the same path -
the unseen night-black cricket,
the darkly quiet metronome heart.
At this hour all manifestations of emotion
are of the score that can not be expressed in light.