The portrait of the night I desire
Deepest black ,intense and entire.
That's the time I wake up more often
And enjoy the lonely forlorn silence ;
Now gradually I have learnt to embrace
The coldness of every dark night.
Dearth of colour and devoid of light.
My mind humming the melodies
Of numerous songs, then.
Now it's the right time ...
I'm fine tuning them in a string.
They will blow like a gentle breeze within.
Melancholic tune though enthralling
Would pierce my mind of unknown sadness.