Orchestra Under the Moonlight

The night is dancing on the tunes of silence.

I am drowning with the rhythm, under some influence.

The moonlight is falling in a very melancholic way.

My pages are feeling what I want to say.

But darkness is not what I need.

Craving for the night is a misdeed.

Maybe our mirror love will fall one day.

Because prosperity has a dull emblem, clay.

But protesting in the night might not be right.

As you stand alone, frozen, with no light

Destiny is playing the violin of pain.

Faith is falling, I can feel the rain.

Whenever I am hurt, whenever I am tense,

conceptual metaphors, they start making sense.

Still the moon and the clouds are all mine.

My heart, my words, my divine.

My consciousness is existing with a slight confusion, in the middle.

And I am enjoying this orchestra under the moonlight and life, twiddle.