Through echoes of the night,
Your music rings out, patiently:
Sing on, to the morning.
Sing to me.
Through whispers out of sight,
The trees might hush your midnight plea.
Wait until our dawning:
Sing to me.
As worries make their bed,
And when the moonlight wearies, see
The promise of our keeping:
Sing to me.
Though starless overhead,
My candle waits, enduringly.
Keep this light from sleeping:
Sing to me.
Palimpsest 
Lovely lovely lovely song. Sounds like there is music of its own echoing in the background. Thanks, Gran
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