Music owned Night

Voices stick into the throats,

to let the breath lull the body;

eyes wandered

smooching against the darkness

to see everything under a black cover,

famine-stricken eyes and ears

for a feast to be served by

the universal language lended for the ears

which slipped into the heart,

Upon the black cover 

the eyes started drawing 

Portraits of dreams,

soul raptures contently

A melting pot I am

dissolving into infinite colours

Of mind

Which are to fill my life,

The night prophecied,

that is owned.