An unheard heart sings the loudest.
But It croons to itself as the ones who can
listen, are seldom found.
Like winter nights that yearns for a warm slumber,
It wants to feel the warmth of happiness.
Like how the night sky is empty without the moon
and the stars, it wants a soul to listen to it.
It sings to itself in silence, for the ones who can listen
to it, are seldom found.