Soft cries of the trumpet

send me to sleep.

Comforting, relaxing,

making me feel calm and peaceful.

Changing tempos, new beats,

adding flavor to the tune.

Drums, guitars, all added to

the mix.

Happy sounds of an orchestra,

playing happy tunes,

pleasing happy listeners.

Sad sobs of a violin intervene,

responded by the cheery,

revitalizing reveille of a flute.

A lone voice, full of emotion and sorrow,

 pierces the silent night,

later accompanied, by the sympathetic,

wordless voices of instruments.

Weakened by remorse, their voices

cry out.

Sounds of perpetuity and timelessness

chime in, with a marveling voice of their own.

End of the concert, last to play.

Lifting the spirits of the people

before their journey home.

And now, as the songs end, the instruments

pack into their beds, hibernating

until they speak again.