Midnight Music
The clock is ticking,
I cannot sleep.
I can feel my heart beating,
At the same speed.
The clock still ticks,
Like a metronome,
Keeping the midnight music in the beat.
Rain taps on the window,
Like the sound of maracas.
My heart is the bass guitar.
Owls sing an eery tune,
While shadows dance above my head.
New sounds break into the song;
Violins screaming,
Trumpets blowing,
Louder and louder…
The car just missed the cat.
Silence.
The clock is ticking,
I cannot sleep.
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