Early morning, 1 a.m.
I listen to music
flowing through the night air.
Music that was unremarkable during the day
takes on new meaning against the night’s silence.
Suddenly the melody comes alive
and the lyrics speak to me.
Why couldn’t I appreciate this beauty
during the day?
In the morning silence,
when the mind is not cluttered,
every note becomes clearer.
In my quiet solitude
I become a pious listener.