Serenade Poem by John Rickell

It comes again, yet again,
In the night again and yet again.
Do you hear? You must listen.
There again, please listen,
music never man wrote,
no scale competes nor pen recite.
Bamboos in the evening breeze?
Perhaps, even sky-lark whispers?
Wish I knew, would tell, too good to keep.
Surely you hear.. this is real
too real for imagination imagine.
An air pulls at heart-strings, come close and share.
What is this air de cour and its strophic repetition
that stirs me from my rest.
Do you hear it in the night?
Share this music never man wrote.
No scale competes nor pen recite