At night time, my mind comes alive and I’m unable to sleep. Sometimes I sit outside and listen to the eerie sounds of the night. If you ever get the chance to sit outside in the dark for a few minutes after midnight, you’ll find that you’re listening to you’re own private orchestra – The Orchestra of the Night.
An airplane’s muffled engine as it slowly moves through the sky…
A distant vroom of a car as it casually passes by…
Crickets chirping happily as they sing into the dark…
A dog over a mile away letting out a high persistent bark…
The wind rustling through the leaves and briskly sweeping by me…
The flap of wings above me from a small bird nestled in the tree…
Wind chimes clashing together producing a melody of tenderness and might…
Dead leaves scraping along the ground as they are quickly pushed out of sight…
A small click of a switch that turns out the house’s illuminating light…
The constant ticking of a clock the continues way into the night…
A shriek of a bird hiding in the branches of the tallest tree….
The clankity-clank of a train as it leaves the station with its small company…
To the world these are just noises
Ignored or cursed with spite
But to me they are just music
A special orchestra of the night
So seat yourself in the open
In view of the starlit sky
And close your eyes and listen
As the music goes floating by
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