There are songs, I know
that sing in the night
a melody of sorts,
an unknown chorus
of the night

There are flutes, I know
carved out of wood
which play softly
ever so gently
in the dead of the night

There are voices, I know
that play upon the lover's heart
a soothing touch to the
broken heart, a mending
to the soul
of the darkest night

There are songs played
on flutes,
the gentle rhythm
that stirs the voices
within

There are songs that are sung
in the night
that lull you to sleep
to its sweet melody.