The night

The crinkling sound of a candle burning,
Burst of a flame, with the lighter turned on high.
A chill that tickles my feet up my socks,
Those airplanes that roar on the foggy winter sky...

The click of the buttons on my keyboard like drums,
Whispers of the goosebumps on cold bare skin...
A dripping tap taps some lonely vessels,
Two pigeons cooing and fluttering as they sleep

Random whispers, and footsteps on the stairs
A concerned neighbour, trying to pass by...
The wind sneaks in from the window cracks
The sound of dust, unsettling as it flies....

On a distant plane, some cats settle a fight,
A rustling sound, from the dustbin outside...
Cold sheets that talk of a lover missed,
In a constant struggle with sleep two eyes...

Those acts that breaks my melancholic dreams...
As the inanimate changes forms and smile;
I count them on my fingers in the dying light,
These sounds of life that come alive in the night...