Trumpets of silence
Drums of loneliness
Strumming on her guitar
In the background
Is dense darkness
One by one
All the stars
they come out
Singing beautiful
melancholic songs
All night long
Some of em
I've heard before
And others,
they are newly composed
Sometimes, I wonder
Who are they really singing for?
Maybe, for all those insomniacs
Sitting upon the edge of their bed
All through the night
Afraid of quietness
Nick Kler
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