Day demands an audience.
Night draws us nearer by its distance,
It’s gravity brightly beckoning.
Night bestows its blessings in stars…and in silence.
It offers its bounty for us to behold.
Close scrutiny only blurs its shining jewels,
Which clarify as we focus again on their infinity.
We could sleep, if we would,
To reap night’s harvest dully.
Or stay awake despite our senses’ stillness
To hear, by dint of a silent soul,
The Music of the Spheres
(photography by Charles Mrusko)