I love the sounds of the night.
The sounds of passing trains,
and the way that the noise finds it's way to my room,
even when it's miles away.

I love the way it all sounds empty.
Like for once,
the world is at peace.
Things are so still.

I wish it sounded like that always.
But just as the sun peeks over the horizon,
the world becomes busy,
and silence is gone instantaneously.

But once the world is tired,
and the day has ran it's course,
the world grows silent,
and the night mutes the world once more.