Deaf to all but the song

And then it was darkness.

Deafening silence spread across the land

As the night Sparrow settled down.

She waited and waited for cheers and choruses of claps,

echoing praises and shards of happiness to be struck into her

But she waits.

And then Luna rised from beneath the blue waters 

Insanity begun

And so begins your song.

Dear little Night Sparrow,

Can you sing to the light of the moon?

Do your feet click and tap with every minute that you stare upon her?

For the world seems clear and quiet as you wait day after day.

Let it be filled with your voice

Sounds of mellow yellows and brilliant blues that shimmer over the surface of the waters

Greens and oranges and reds and death.

Can you stand up and sing

To your crowd of the dark?

Dear little Night sparrow,

your song blinds us like the night

It purges through our hearts, like

The cold gaze of the moon.

Darkness flows in from every corner of my surroundings

And I am filled with noise.

But the noise is of a sweet little Sparrow,

And she drowns me in her song.