I Do Not Know Why The Night Brings Its Own Special Music Poem by Shalom Freedman

I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE NIGHT BRINGS ITS OWN SPECIAL MUSIC

I do not know why the night brings its own special music
But after the long hot day a breeze has a song of its own

Music then is in the eyes also
And in the spaces between the deep darkness
And the wondrous white lamplight
One feels a beauty inexpressible -

Time and Life and Fate are many things
But the night when it has its Beauty
Calls to us in sounds of joy no other darkness can.