In the quiet of the night, a voice does rise,
A melody that dances beneath the starry skies.
It whispers secrets only the moon can hear,
A song of love, of joy, and of silent fear.

The trees sway gently to the rhythm of the tune,
As if the world itself is singing to the moon.
Each note a story, each lyric a dream,
Flowing softly like a gentle stream.

The singer’s heart is open, bare to the night,
Pouring out emotions, pure and bright.
The stars seem to listen, twinkling with delight,
As the song weaves magic in the soft moonlight.

When dawn approaches, the melody fades away,
Leaving an echo that lingers through the day.
A reminder of the beauty that a song can bring,
In the heart of the night, where the soul does sing.