Some birds sing to fill the air

that all of life might hear,

some song drifts without a care

to find another’s ear…

yet in some lonely, darkened place

where silence slowly creeps,

it matters not for want or grace

that music wakes a heart that sleeps…

and in its waking sings again

to light those Sunless halls,

with shards of notes in sweet refrain

that out of nowhere softly call.