Shih-Fang Wang

Nocturne

 

In the dark field                                   

When moonlight and starlight

All hide away

A crisp sound drifts in the air

 

Like a melody

Of a hidden bug

With its mating call

Or sorrowful sob

 

With the unseen little life   

My heart strings join               

To accompany the nocturne

And orchestrate together

In the lonesome night