Note: I was listening to Ryan Adams when I wrote this. My musical taste can only be described as schizophrenic at times. I have my favorites but I listen to almost every genre.
Nighttime Song
Alone,
10:30pm,
speakers
shed acoustic tears
in small quiet sobs.
The soothing voice,
singing of sadness
and longing,
comforts
the anguish of the day.
