Some Nights I listen to Songs

Some nights I listen to songs
and cry rivers.
Moon glowing white.
Glazing silver garden of beautiful scars,
sleeping birds and buzzing insects,
and the infinite silence.
The infinite silence within my mind keeps still.

As the day and night collide
it’s the iridescent dawn out there
the Sun shows up its glinting rays.
And the skyline smiles
sharply and shyly.
The music still plays with its magnificence.
Some nights I listen to songs
and cry rivers till morning.

-Shreya Sharma