Tis nigh and I lay awake,
the droplets like notes play a melody upon my window.
The words so sooth this heart, and caress this mind,
a symphony playing a passions concerto.
Time upon time,
the note upon note,
staff upon staff
the music plays.
I look out the window,
a light shines through a tree
and it is like a shadowy web in the branches of light reflecting,
above it all a nest,
were such life has abandoned,
but yet a symbol a of where a life began.
