Midnight Lullabies

I am Midnight, the lonely musician,

My one companion is asleep,

dreaming til the sun sheds his light.

I write songs for the stars,

of the vast night sky,

I play them every night to wait and see,

If someday by chance, a star may flicker,

and perhaps, even notice me.

 

Hear my mournful melodies,

shudder through nighttime breeze,

I’ll play them ever softly,

Midnight lullabies.

 

I’ll lay down in an open field,

with only a book in hand,

as I write, my songs will sing,

secret prayers to my king.

 

The moon with its silver rays,

enchant me, so serene.

I will write, by its light,

be a muse and inspire me.

 

My name is Midnight, the lonely musician,

I wander aimlessly through the night,

knowing that nothing is alright,

I lay my head on a softer patch of grass.

My soul, it panders that grave melody,

hushes my crying heart to sleep,

Midnight lullabies.

 

-Midnight