The beat of moth wings
The current of the wind

What the nighttime brings
What gentle songs it sings

The slow sway of the trees
The ground covered in leaves

What an orchestra to hear
As the morning draws near

Each day as I write
For you and myself

I feel my heart beat
The current of the words

I feel the sway of my soul
Words fall down the page

What the nighttime brings
What gentle songs I sing

But only, for you.