Another kind of melody

Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own)

I spend the night with the silence, cool
my fevered thoughts about my life.
Smoothing the pain, recalling joy
I listen to the inward hesitation
of its bell,
 
an oscillating sound, a swell
out of the depth
behind the screen of sky,
in a recurrent tone –
 
Yes, there is music to us unbeknown,
the hip hop of the sun, blues of the moon,
the endless compositions of the stars,
though I miss out their meaning for myself
as I am tone-deaf and my ears unable
to apprehend
 
essential things that have gone by,
words unsaid, the could-have-been lullabies,
tears of regret, the would-have-been requiems.
 
Stay with me, listen into the silence, friend,
another kind of melody
that carries oblivion
in this unending symphony.