Something once so silent now seems so loud
The passion of a hidden flame flckers
Almost as if it shall fade and go out
The music of a songbird flies threw the breeze
Hearts start to open
Welcoming the sweet and beautiful serenity
The twilight hours grow from a distant day
Colors of blue and purple shade threw the sky
Clouds no longer specal the once bright blue horizen above
Instead a few tiny stars shine so little yet so bright
The sounds of wispers fill the cold spring air
Hidding the cries of one single tear
In the distance you hear the sounds of the crickets
Making music for all those to listen
For all those who will love