I would stay up at night to hear your words. Your sweet tone, your melody. The sound of your voice could drift raging bulls to sleep, but you always sing when you think no one can hear you.

Why must you keep to yourself? Why must you not let anyone in? Why do you act the way you do? Why do you act like nothing matters to you?

And yet, there you are. Singing beautiful songs of love, friendship, life, darkness, hurt, and pain. You keep everything in and let it out though your words.

"I will always be there for you." I whisper as I fall asleep. You pause as if you could hear me. You smile, a small smile, a very small one, but it's there. Then words, sweet and soft, fill the air and slowely come to a close as you close your eyes and join me in sleep.