A quaint sound touched my mind

while I seeked quiet.

Studded, the starry night,

it spoke of a riot

between some wrong and right.

Steps which we often don’t take

took me to that sound.

Wrapped in the warmth of a street light

is where I found, the quiet.

Yet another wronged

trying to cleanse the conscience.

My quiet was glistening.

Her eyes just made sense.

A listener was all she ever needed

and her song was just what I required.

Her tears invited mine too

as I sat in front of the inspired.

Two cried for their own reasons

and later smiled because the same.

Glistening was the view that night.

I never looked away from those eyes.

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