Summer Song

An orchestra tunes outside my window
Then serenades unstopping
Sundown to dawnrising.
But the crickets’ summer song
Is only heard in stillness.

One move, one breath
Is enough to drown it out
Though the air is thick
Heavy and humid
With it.

Oh where do you go
Come the day?
What stills your song?
What moonbright magic
Wakes you in the dark?

Or are you always there
And I am too in motion to hear
What sings there all along?
 

(4.6.12 - 1:16am. Wondering why crickets only sing after dark.)